| A child will walk, a child will run
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| A child with faith, faith will fly
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| Anita hasn’t walked right since she was small
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| Her legs are short and twisted not straight and tall
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| She learned when she was young how to deal with the rejection
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| Cast into a world with all it standards of perfection
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| Most people looked away with a downward glance
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| And as a beautiful young woman, she was never asked to dance
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| Her dreams were just as lofty as the girl next door
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| And she remember what her father said when she couldn’t take no more
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| He said
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| Someday your going to soar like a eagle
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| You will run and never grow tired
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| You’ll become a new creation
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| If you just keep the faith of a child
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| Keep the faith of a child
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| Now Anita lives alone in a paper mill town
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| In a one room apartment at sixth and brown
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| She’s got a steady job well its all right for now
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| She has plans for moving on if she can make it some how
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| Her brown hands are folded as she bows her head to pray
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| Over doughnuts and some coffee she made up yesterday
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| Her mind begins to travel, she gives thanks to the lord
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| And a angel stands beside her, points out to the door
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| And said
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| Today you going to soar like a eagle
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| You will run and never grow tired
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| You’ve become a new creation
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| For you have kept the faith of a child
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| Kept the faith of a child, kept the faith of a child |