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[Verse 1]
There seems to be, inside of me, a sense of urgency
(That my walls are closing in; that my time is running out)
My hands are shaking, my hands, my hands are shaking
(At the sudden realization that I'm more than flesh and bone)
Now I'm getting more nervous (I'm getting more anxious)
All I am is simple hands dying (Trying to make amends)
They are scarred and they are blistered
(Regardless I am relentless) The bleeding never ends
(I am pressing on) But these are not my hands
[Chorus]
If there's strength left in these legs to run
I'm going to carry my glory to the rising sun
Have faith, providence will provide
[Verse 2]
All I am is a simple, subtle song singing into the wind
Always believing, always believing
(I, I am much too strong to ever stop repeating, repeating
Yet I stumble and I fall; I'm a collapsing wall, collapsing wall)
My voice fails me, I'm afraid to lift it up
I hear the silver sparrow singing
"Tomorrow morning is coming (with its own set of troubles)"
But there's a light at the end of the tunnel
(And it will be enough) don't you dare ever give up
[Chorus]
If there's strength left in these legs to run
I'm going to carry my glory to the rising sun
Have faith, providence will provide
[Chorus 2]
If it's true (and it's true) that Heaven is on our side
(Heaven is on our side)
There's nothing (nothing left) left for us to hide
"We will mount up with wings
Like eagles into the morning sky"
[Bridge]
I don't know what tomorrow will bring
From the next to the next day, but it's starting to get to me
It's creeping up my spine (It's creeping up my spine)
This blood virus is creeping up my spine, it's creeping up
[Chorus]
If there's strength left in these legs to run
I'm going to carry my glory to the rising sun
Have faith, providence will provide
[Chorus 2]
If it's true (and it's true) that Heaven is on our side
(Heaven is on our side)
There's nothing (nothing left) left for us to hide
"We will mount up with wings
Like eagles into the morning sky"