| The fields were fallow, the wells were dry
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| A mother’s sorrow begged an unforgiving sky
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| And every day another year dragged by
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| 'Til it seemed that even God had turned his back
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| And just like Mother Earth, we soon would crack
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| But we endured
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| Though the road only got longer, we endured
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| And it seemed to make us stronger
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| Even when the wolves were howling at the door
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| We endured
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| Summer sorrows gave way to winter chills
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| Fever stalked the land 'til it drank its fill
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| Of children sweet as mother’s milk
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| Every night another angel earned its wings
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| And it seemed we would not live to face the spring
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| But we endured
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| Though the road only got longer, we endured
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| And it seemed to make us stronger
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| Even when the wolves were howling at the door
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| We endured
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| Our hearts are fragile
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| Our bodies soon unwind
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| We’ve barely learned to live
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| When we begin to die
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| When your children ask me
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| Why we’re even born
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| I say — we are but the tail wind of a storm
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| The thunder echoes loudest when it’s gone
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| And we endure
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| Though the road only gets longer, we endure
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| And I swear it makes us stronger
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| Even when the wolves are howling at the door
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| We endure
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| Even when the wolves are howling at the door
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| We endure |