| As I pen these things, it might literally be all I have: ink on paper
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| Does any of this matter?
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| Then I’m reminded of what I’ve seen
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| The places I love and the people I’ve been
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| Only love could have brought me to this place
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| Holding in me a joyful heart, while spit covers my face
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| I’ve come to forgive those, who’ve wronged me
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| Knowing that they’ve helped make me, into
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| Exactly who you intended me to be
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| I’m trying my best, to be a better man
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| Despite all my fears, I really am
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| I’m trying my best, I’m trying my best
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| To be a better man
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| Despite all my fears, I really am
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| I write these things to remind myself
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| That amidst this darkness
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| There still remains light, hope, and a perfect plan
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| For the first time in my life I am, writing for the sake of writing
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| Living for the sake of living
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| Loving for the sake of loving
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| And I’ll live
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| So you can call this sort of life, a hopeless endeavour
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| That this tiny vessel could ever endure such violent weather
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| Call it pointless, I’ll continue to carry out Grace nonetheless
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| I will scream it 'til my face is blue
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| There is a point to all of this, and it’s always been you |