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The trials you now are facing |
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they are not greater than your will |
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For there is nothing under heaven |
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You cannot overcome |
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See the door that lies before you |
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And know this too shall pass |
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The confrontation of your fears |
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In strength drawn from the past |
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Where the silent voices whisper |
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Find the course that is your own |
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And however great the obstacle |
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You will never be alone |
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For I have watched the path of angels |
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And I have heard the heavens roar |
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There is strife within the tempest |
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But there is calm in the eye of the storm |
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I believe in what I fight for |
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And I have paid for it with pain |
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I am here because my contributions |
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May help turn this fate away |
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And all who stood by and did nothing |
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Who are they to criticize? |
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The sacrifices of others |
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Our blood has bought their lives |
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This is the moment of truth |
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At the point of no return |
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Place faith in your convictions |
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As the boundaries start to blur |
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There is no love untouched by hate |
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No unity without discord |
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There is no courage without fear |
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There is no peace without a war |
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There is no wisdom without regret |
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No admiration without scorn |
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There is strife within the tempest |
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And there is calm in the eye of the storm |
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The pages of our history |
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Are written by the hand |
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With eyes and ears and prejudice |
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Too far removed to understand |
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And so the heroes of the ages past |
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Are stripped of honesty and love |
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To make them seem less noble |
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And hide what we can become |
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If you find the courage within you |
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To face the path ahead |
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It matters not the outcome |
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If what you will gain instead |
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Is a heart deepened in the knowing |
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That experience carves the soul |
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And the very thing that empties you |
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Shall surely make you whole |
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Where the silent voices whisper |
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Find the course that is your own |
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And however great the obstacle |
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You will never be alone |
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For I have watched the path of angels |
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And I have heard the heavens roar |
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There is strife within the tempest |
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But there is calm in the eye of the storm |
