On a curbside in Chicago sits a warn out cardboard sign
And a man who's hope was hard to find
Until a woman with nine dollars to her name
Dropped a coin into that old man's cup of change
We're all walking stories another page to turn
A paperback expression of a life worth being told
Every step we take another scribble on the page
We're all walking stories, what's your's gonna say
There was a time when black and white couldn't live side by side
And skin was the only color you would see
But that all changed the day one woman wouldn't give up her seat
And Martin Luther shouted out "I have a dream"
We're all walking stories another page to turn
A paperback expression of a life worth being told
Every step we take another scribble on the page
We're all walking stories, what's your's gonna say
There was a man back before me and you
Who put his life upon a tree
And bleed the blood that washed all us sinners clean
And gave forgiveness to all humanity
We're all walking stories another page to turn
A paperback expression of a life worth being told
Every step we take another scribble on the page
We're all walking stories, what's your's gonna say