There's a little boy waiting for the bus on Third Avenue's edge,
He holds twenty five cents for the ride in his freezing fist,
‘cause that's the only way he can make it cross town for an education
And he thinks I can do this.
There's a little girl on the other side of the city drying her eyes,
‘cause she's going to school with her new look for the first time,
She pulls her hat over her balding head and gives her mom a kiss
And says mama I can do this.
I don't know about you but that just makes me cry,
Two kids so young, so precious having to fight for their lives,
And they're so strong even after all the heartache they've been living with,
If they can do that, then I can do this.
There's a woman in her bedroom packing up her bags,
She knows she has to move fast if she wants to get away,
She looks at her body covered in bruises and she turns to her kids
And thinks I can do this.
I don't know about you but that just makes me cry,
A mother and her children having to run for their lives,
And they're so strong even after all the heartache they've been living with,
If they can do that, then I can do this.
Yes this is the hardest thing I've ever had to do,
But when I think of all the pain and suffering others have gone through
I know that somehow I'll survive after losing you.
I can do this.
I can do this.
I can do this.
I can do this.
