Fallen down more times than i can remember,
Sore, staggering steps still sway me softly onwards,
I will walk ahead until i die,
And let the storytellers decide,
Was my life made up of falling down,
Or was it made of getting up.
Sore, staggering steps still sway me softly onwards,
I will walk ahead until i die,
And let the storytellers decide,
Was my life made up of falling down,
Or was it made of getting up.
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