Broken skin at my heel
Will show forth nothing
But broken pieces of yesterday
Tied up in broken parts
In this memory tonight this day.
On the hill top I saw not
My broken footprints
But broken shadows
Darker than in the valley
Because my strength faints
And helpers feeble and frail
There goeth I a fading light
Surrounded by the dark in the eye
Only the mind knows belief I.
And I will go forth in strength
In the hope of tomorrow
Though my body aches
My eye dims to flicker its light
Through the dark behind me
Back I shall not turn or return;
Onward ever, awaiting him:
He who will restore it all for me.
Because my strength faints
And helpers feeble and frail
There goeth I a fading light
Surrounded by the dark in the eye
Only the mind knows belief I.
And I will go forth in strength
In the hope of tomorrow
Though my body aches
My eye dims to flicker its light
Through the dark behind me
Back I shall not turn or return;
Onward ever, awaiting him:
He who will restore it all for me.
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