Lyric

On the empty street, a loaf is shared

Between tired hands, the world still cares

And a breath of life hides in a smile

Of those who had nothing, yet exist awhile

And the miracle’s not fire from above

It’s the simple water that quenches love

It’s the word that clothes a soul so bare

And the quiet that lifts the weight we bear

Oh, heart that pours, spilling free

In the cold dust of the city streets

Turning stones into hope that grows

And tears into light that softly shows

(Hmmm... uhu)

(Hmmm... uhu)

He walked down alleys with no name

Spoke to hunger, called it by a friend’s name

Every tear became a tiny seed

That split the earth, and gave life to the need

No crown, no throne for kings to find

Just the embrace that asks no mind

Just the wound, when touched, becomes

A path, a cure, a road that runs

Oh, heart that pours, spilling free

In the cold dust of the city streets

Turning stones into hope that grows

And tears into light that softly shows

Maybe heaven falls in little things

A piece of bread, the calm a glance brings

And miracles are just reminders

Of a God who chooses to be among us

Oh, heart that pours, spilling wide

In the sorrow, the longing inside

Turning stones into hope that grows

And tears into light that softly shows

(Hmmm... uhu)

(Hmmm... uhu)