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Winters come and winters go
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But someone tells you where to go
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The weight of the world is on your shoulders
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The walk's deep in a father's footsteps
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Questions is an old reflex
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My only hope is your protection
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It's an old reflection
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I keep thinking over and over again
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Is it me, that I see?
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Winter comes and winter goes
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His young life, more than he knows, is short
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By the strength of another one's arms
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My faith is
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Someday you'll be the one who will share
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You'll be the one with only a moment to spare
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Will you share?
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I keep thinking over and over again
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Is it me, that I see?
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I keep thinking over and over again
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Is it me, that I see?
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It seems things find their own way
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It all works out
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And some nights, when I'm long gone
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The rain will find its way through the roof
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An awakening
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The Son
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| Bob Siebenberg |
