LOOK FOR DIAMONDS
©2001 Nick Fessler
Rubbing tired hands on dirty jeans she rests for just a while
In a tunnel that she carved herself with a shovel and a file
Streaks of white run down her cheeks where tears have left their mark
And she is grateful that she cannot see herself in the dark
But the grime can never truly hide the beauty of her face
While her hands use heavy tools to move earth from place to place
She searches and she searches ever farther from home
So exhausted by day’s end she doesn’t care she’s still alone
Instead of diamonds in the rough -- look for diamonds
Instead of fine lumps of coal -- look for gems
Then your hands won’t get tough -- from tryin’
Because hope is a diamond’s best friend
With a bath she cleans her body but her spirit groans inside
While the woman hugs the little girl who is trying not to cry
Eyes wet with love un-given she can feel her aching heart
Always wishing for someone to play her lover’s part
Instead of diamonds in the rough -- look for diamonds
Instead of fine lumps of coal -- look for gems
Then your hands won’t get tough -- from tryin’
Because hope is a diamond’s best friend
She has cut her hands too many times on sharp crystal spines
When she should gaze up at the sky from a hammock in the pines
From high above the mountaintops her star is falling down
Landing right beside her he holds a woven daisy crown
Look for diamonds, Look for diamonds
Look for diamonds in the sky ...
Instead of diamonds in the rough -- look for diamonds
Instead of fine lumps of coal -- look for gems
Then your hands won’t get tough -- from tryin’
Because hope is a diamond’s best friend
©2001 Nick Fessler
Rubbing tired hands on dirty jeans she rests for just a while
In a tunnel that she carved herself with a shovel and a file
Streaks of white run down her cheeks where tears have left their mark
And she is grateful that she cannot see herself in the dark
But the grime can never truly hide the beauty of her face
While her hands use heavy tools to move earth from place to place
She searches and she searches ever farther from home
So exhausted by day’s end she doesn’t care she’s still alone
Instead of diamonds in the rough -- look for diamonds
Instead of fine lumps of coal -- look for gems
Then your hands won’t get tough -- from tryin’
Because hope is a diamond’s best friend
With a bath she cleans her body but her spirit groans inside
While the woman hugs the little girl who is trying not to cry
Eyes wet with love un-given she can feel her aching heart
Always wishing for someone to play her lover’s part
Instead of diamonds in the rough -- look for diamonds
Instead of fine lumps of coal -- look for gems
Then your hands won’t get tough -- from tryin’
Because hope is a diamond’s best friend
She has cut her hands too many times on sharp crystal spines
When she should gaze up at the sky from a hammock in the pines
From high above the mountaintops her star is falling down
Landing right beside her he holds a woven daisy crown
Look for diamonds, Look for diamonds
Look for diamonds in the sky ...
Instead of diamonds in the rough -- look for diamonds
Instead of fine lumps of coal -- look for gems
Then your hands won’t get tough -- from tryin’
Because hope is a diamond’s best friend
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