My Soul And You

When I Look at tomorrow
I may as well be blind
the bones of my ded heroes
are scattered on the road behind
I hold on to my soul and you
Through the valley of the shadow
I thought I heard the sound
of my name being spoken
I did not turn around
I made it throug with my soul and you
No money, no belongings
no silver and no gold
a ragman in the market
where lives are bought and sold
I`m a rich man too with my soul and you