| Here I am without a message
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| Here I stand with empty hands
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| Just a spirit tired of wandering
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| Like a stranger in this land
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| Walking wide eyed through this world
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| Is the only way I’ve known
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| Wrapped in hope and good intentions
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| Bare to the bone
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| There is nothing I won’t show you
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| Nothing I can hide
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| Risked it all and dreamt it all
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| And seldom questioned why
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| You took me in when I was hungry
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| When my spirit ached and groaned
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| Laid wide open and defenseless
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| And bear to the bone
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| So, when I rise, I rise in glory
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| If I do, I do by grace
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| Time will wash away these footprints
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| And we’ll leave without a trace
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| Between here and now and forever
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| Is such precious little time?
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| What we do in love and kindness
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| Is all that we leave behind
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| When my lights are slowly fading
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| And my eyes is softly waning
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| And the evening sun is setting
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| And the world is barely breathing
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| Then your voice will call me
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| And your hands can lead me home
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| Like a newborn awed and naked
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| And bare to the bone
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| So, when I rise, I rise in glory
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| If I do, I do by grace
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| Time will wash away these footprints
|
| And we’ll leave without a trace
|
| Between here and now and forever
|
| Is such precious little time
|
| What we do in love and kindness
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| Is all we ever leave behind
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| Here I am without a message
|
| Here I stand with empty hands
|
| Just a spirit tired of wandering
|
| Like a stranger in this land
|
| Walking wide eyed through this world
|
| Is the only way I’ve known
|
| Wrapped in hope and good intentions
|
| Bare to the bone
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| Wrapped in hope and good intentions
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| Bare to the bone |