Standing silent
He takes a moment
Thinks a thought or two
And lets
I am a pauper
I am a cripple’s son
I have done
Took 25 years
Of climbing these stairs
To realise my destination
In a
I’m holding on to get through this
Aiming to be a
I find myself and lose my way
You’ve held me dear
Who made the stars, for the evening?
Who made the sun,
What’s a boy to do?
Searching for the heart of you
Reaching
Sick of the wait
On your shoulders
I reach for you
Before you
It sure felt good today
Standing on the frontline
The earth, the
I jumped in again
Was thrown a life line but swam
When are you coming home?
I knew you'd be a while
But
Help me remember the reason I’m alive And that I
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