| I wonder if when all is done,
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| Anyone heard my voice…
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| But from the start, we have no choice-
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| Our journeys just begin
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| I’ll never know if I was right
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| Did I fight hard enough?
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| Or when the battles grew too rough,
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| Should I have given in?
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| But here I stand and swear to you:
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| I did the best that I could do I know my voice was just a whisper
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| But someone may have heard
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| There were nights the moon above me stirred
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| And let me grab ahold
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| My hands… have touched… the gold…
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| My heart’s been driven by extremes,
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| Blind with dreams, tight with fear
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| But still, God knows that I was here,
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| And oh I was alive! |
| And now i lay the past to rest,
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| For in the end, I did my best
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| You have to live the life you’re given
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| And never close your eyes!
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| You hold on and stare into the skies
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| And burn against the cold-
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| For any moment you might find the gold!
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| And there was joy through it all,
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| And I am standing tall
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| And though my voice was just a whisper,
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| Someone must have heard!
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| There were nights the moon above me stirred
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| And let my life take hold!
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| I rode across that sky!
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| And once I touched the gold
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| Here in my own two hands…
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| I once held the gold |