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My knees are brused, my cloths are torn,
My face is scratched, my shoes are warn,
But I have something warm and real,
From ever falling up the hill,
I know not why, and yet for sure,
Some things there are we must endure,
And though I stumble I have found,
Its always upwords, never down...
Each heartache always brings a bit,
Of greater humbleness with it,
Each dissapointment we must bear,
Its but a storm to clear the air,
And so as days go rushing by,
I do not doubt or question why,
The stars are getting closer still,
.. As I keep falling up the hill.
 Elavine · Mon Oct 16, 2006 @ 12:58am · 1 Comments |
