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The Strong Ones Need Love Too

Intro

Who carries the ones who carry everyone?

Who holds up the hands that hold the line?

Verse 1

You're the harbor in the hurricane, the lighthouse in the dark;

You shine for everyone at sea, though your flame is now a spark.

You smile so they won't worry, and you give more than you take;

You hold up everybody else, but who holds you when you break?

Like Moses on the hillside, you keep your arms raised in the fight;

When your strength begins to falter, who will hold you up tonight?

Pre-Chorus

We're all fighting battles no one else can see;

Even the young grow weary, and the mighty men fall to their knees.

Chorus

The strong ones need love too,

The ones who carry everyone through;

They hide their tears behind a smile,

And the pain stays hidden from view.

They give and give till they're running on fumes

And the last to say they're hurting too.

So hold the hands that hold the line;

Lift up the ones who never cry;

We're all just children learning to love

In a world that's running dry.

Verse 2

A trucker hauls through thunderstorms and sleeps in lonely rooms;

A single mom smiles through the pain, barely running on her fumes.

Surviving what he learned, a young man's serving time behind the bars;

A businessman is breaking under stress, still trying to carry it all.

Fathers work double time so their kids won't feel poor;

Shop owners barely get by, and the ones who steal are hurting more.

Farmers feed a nation and go hungry for their pay;

Teachers believe in every child and give their hearts each day;

Foster homes hold children while their parents find their way.

A man in recovery is learning how to feel again;

The friend who keeps the whole room laughing hides the hurt within.

Pre-Chorus

We're all fighting battles no one else can see;

Even the young grow weary, and the mighty men fall to their knees.

Chorus

The strong ones need love too,

The ones who carry everyone through;

They hide their tears behind a smile,

And the pain stays hidden from view.

They give and give till they're running on fumes

And the last to say they're hurting too.

So hold the hands that hold the line;

Lift up the ones who never cry;

We're all just children learning to love

In a world that's running dry.