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The way is dark up ahead of me. |
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The way is dark and I cannot see. |
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What I love the most is a flashlight beam, |
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Lighting up the way when I cannot see. |
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The way unfolds like an open hand. |
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The way unfolds like I didn't plan. |
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And only in looking back do we understand, |
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That the way was true as an open hand. |
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Over trials and trouble I've already come. |
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And the net appeared when I needed one. |
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Yes the road is dark and the ground is rough, |
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Most the time a flashlight has to be enough. |
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We move forward one step at a time, |
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Wide-eyed and hopeful, lost and half blind, |
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Mistake by mistake, we all learn to be kind. |
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There is so much to see and to realize, |
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If I could close my mouth and open up my eyes |
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And the world will tell us more than enough lies. |
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But we'll find our way with a small flashlight. |