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What hope do I hold When I’m next to the rest? For I am not very bold And I’m far from the best. What hope do I have Among Romeo Montague, Who leapt into death In one swift swoon? What hope do I have Among Mister Clark Kent, The Man of Steel Who remains unbent? What hope do I have Among Martin Luther King, Who wore his heart on the outside Rather then the hue of his skin? What hope do I have Among men like Jesus, Who took his own body And broke it in pieces? What hope can I hold When I’m next to the rest, For I am not very bold And I am so far from the best. I’ve never climbed a mountain Without losing my breath. And I’ve never held a woman Without being scared to death. Perhaps there is nothing that I truly lack, For rather then standing next to others I should simply stand in back. The question I have for each father and sage Does the path I trek become easier in years Or even harder with age? ...no... I’ve set a new trip, Followed my heart, Taking life’s script Rewriting my part. I’ll embrace my own way Rather then try to condemn, I’ll discard the man That I’ve been made, And just be the man I am.
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Aug 5, 2010
Aug 5, 2010 at 12:52 AM UTC
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What hope do I hold When I’m next to the rest? For I am not very bold And I’m far from the best. What hope do I have Among Romeo Montague, Who leapt into death In one swift swoon? What hope do I have Among Mister Clark Kent, The Man of Steel Who remains unbent? What hope do I have Among Martin Luther King, Who wore his heart on the outside Rather then the hue of his skin? What hope do I have Among men like Jesus, Who took his own body And broke it in pieces? What hope can I hold When I’m next to the rest, For I am not very bold And I am so far from the best. I’ve never climbed a mountain Without losing my breath. And I’ve never held a woman Without being scared to death. Perhaps there is nothing that I truly lack, For rather then standing next to others I should simply stand in back. The question I have for each father and sage Does the path I trek become easier in years Or even harder with age? ...no... I’ve set a new trip, Followed my heart, Taking life’s script Rewriting my part. I’ll embrace my own way Rather then try to condemn, I’ll discard the man That I’ve been made, And just be the man I am.
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Aug 5, 2010
Aug 5, 2010 at 12:52 AM UTC
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