| She went down so low, thought she’d
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| Never ever find the surface again
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| Went so far astray thought she’d
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| Never find her way back home
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| Hated to think about the past almost as much as
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| She hated to think about the future
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| She sat down inside to wait, to rest her mind a while
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| No use trying to fight with fate or fake a smile
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| There she found the end of herself
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| Heard a small voice crying for help
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| And she was
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| Carried in the arms of love and mercy
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| Breathing in a second wind
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| Shining with the light of each new morning
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| Looking into hope again
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| Unable to take another step
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| Finally ready to begin
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| Born for a second time in a brand new place
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| Daughter of grace
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| She spent half her life working hard
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| To be someone you had to admire
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| Met the expectations and added something of her own
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| So proud of all that she had done
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| Where was the glory
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| So proud at all she had not done
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| Til she knelt beneath a wall
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| That will could never scale
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| Broken and discovering that she could fail
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| There she found the end of herself
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| Heard her own voice crying for help
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| And she was
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| BRIDGE
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| Grace is there for everyone
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| Grace is always free
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| We must all depend on grace
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| Especially me, especially me
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| I have been |