You woke me in the morning To say, He is risen. And I replied with a smile He is risen indeed. And somehow you always leave the room Alive with truth and beauty And carry yourself like you know That its all just a matter of time I said, But what if Im too far down this time? Too proud to hope, too weak to climb. But you just pierce me through with eyes And I know Im done And I can And carry yourself like youre sure of it And I can Let the stitches dissolve, let the wounds all heal in time And I can Your words are giants next to mine And I can And your thoughts are giants I only hope that someday I might resemble you in Even the smallest way I only hope that You can be proud of me I only hope that You can be proud of me
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