If only I knew
What pain and darkness await
What would be my fate
But alas the past is crystal clear
The future, then, did not seem so near
Against all warning, against all advice
I thought my plans would suffice

And now I struggle as I cry
Whilst unceasingly thinking,
Of times gone by
Perpetually rising against the sinking
He gave me wings, I started to fly

Now I stand, tall and brave
Saved by Him from the grave


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