Every day is a constant struggle to remember all your promises,
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forgetting what you told me is something of a constant occurrence,
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But you will always be there, lifting me up pulling me right through,
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In a shifting world of sand, I will always put my faith in you.
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Though my heart be broken, I'll follow you,
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though my faith be shaken you pull me through.
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Though men may fall around me, and hearts be turned to hard and gray,
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still put the sword in my hand, so I may fight another day,
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I know you'll always be there, you are my strength and you're my sword,
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together we'll face the enemy, we're standing for truth against the wrong,
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Pick up your sword, stand and fight, face the wrong and protect the right.
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pick up your sword, stand and fight, he will guide you right through the night.
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Weary Soldier
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| Flatfoot 56 |
