| I’m caught up in the push and shove
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| The daily grind, burning time, spinning wheels;
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| I wonder what I’m doing here
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| Day to day, year to year, standing still
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| Somewhere there’s a teacher with a heart never quits
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| Staying after school to help some inner-city kids
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| A mother who’s a volunteer, a Soldier in the fight
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| And I can’t help but ask myself when I lay down at night
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| Did I make a difference in somebody’s life?
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| What hurts did I heal?
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| What wrongs did I right?
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| Did I raise my voice in defence of the truth?
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| Did I lend my hand to the destitute?
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| When my race is run, when my song is sung
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| Will I have to wonder
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| Did I make a difference?
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| Did I make a difference?
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| I’ve been working hard to make a living
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| And forgetting what true living is
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| Taking more than giving; |
| something’s missing
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| Lord how long can I go on like this?
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| There’s a lonely old man down the street and I should be ashamed
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| I’ve never been to see him; |
| I don’t even know his name
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| There’s kids without their supper in my own neighbourhood
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| Will I look back someday and say that I did all I could?
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| Did I make a difference in somebody’s life?
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| What hurts did I heal?
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| What wrongs did I right?
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| Did I raise my voice in defence of the truth?
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| Did I lend my hand to the destitute?
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| When my race is run, when my song is sung
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| Will I have to wonder
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| Did I make a difference?
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| Did I make a difference?
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| When my race is run, when my song is sung
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| Will I have to wonder
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| Did I make a difference?
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| Did I make a difference?
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| Did I make a difference? |