I had built up all of my hopes and all of my plans
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Only to have them stand and cast shadows of humiliation
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Days would pass shadows would remain
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A reminder of all of my dreams
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I had to live humbled with
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The disappointment of what never came to be
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I vow from this day forward
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My grieving will be brief
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That I will continue to give to this world
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Knowing I may never receive
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I had come so far
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Before being stripped and sent back to the start
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It felt as though the air was tearing me apart
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A hybrid of seasons had come
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It swept across the land
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It spared the lives of everyone else
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While it destroyed everything I had done
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The frost came in the night
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My progress immortalized
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All that I had left undone
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Would be forever, frozen in time
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I became known for this curse
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It happened throughout my life
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It needed to continue to occur
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In order to keep my legacy alive
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Before I know my time had arrived
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It was already gone
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Cursing the cold winds of change
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My moment of peace was just the eye of the storm
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The will to live is easy
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You can exist without a care
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The will to die shows it meant so much
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That you couldn¡¯t have it - and you couldn¡¯t go on living without it
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The will to give makes the best of nothing
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It is a philosophy
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That states you will continue to give to this world
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Knowing you may never receive.
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Satisfaction will come and in time it will leave us unsatisfied
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As uncertainty returns
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Bringing back the excitement to our lives
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We can only enjoy so much stimulation
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Before we stop responding and become despondent again.
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I had built up all of my hopes and all of my plans
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Only to have them stand and cast shadows of humiliation
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Days would pass shadows would remain
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A reminder of all of my dreams
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I had to live humbled with
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The disappointment of what never came to be
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Those shadows still remain as landmarks of failed attempts
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In their shade I work away at building a tower of character
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One day it will be revealed and it will stand for man years
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Casting a shadow of its own and striking fear in hearts - as will I
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It is the discomfort that sets us apart
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That wakes us up, that puts us to sleep
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It is our pathetic moments
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Which make us desire to be great
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It is the starving itself
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That makes us hungry to want more
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Over time as you learn to fall
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You¡¯ll rise to your feet faster than the time before
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Satisfaction is a peak on the verge of decline
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It will be over in the blink of an eye
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Take your time to feel every moment
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A gradual climb will let you enjoy it
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For your life is measured
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By the degree of dynamic from your life to your death
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The wait is long and the wait goes on
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But it is better to travel hopefully than to arrive
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Through the crests and troughs
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I will have seen both sides
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By the Pursuit of the Sun and the Allure of the Earth
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I will have earned and spent my life
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The will to give
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There is no destination
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There is only the journey
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The Will To Give
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