There's a grind that keeps us occupied.
Flying back and forth, empty nest, never a day's rest.
Let's just keep a finger on the pulse, and make sure it's okay.
There's a trust, can't be allowed to rust.
Keep it strong, lasting long.
Let's just keep a finger on the pulse, and make sure it's okay.
There's a fire burning brighter every day, keeps us warm,
Holds off the stormy weather.
And even in the hardest of times, you can lean on me.
How do you feel, are we keeping it real enough?