I choose my path today
to discover my own destiny
should i stumble and fall
let me clean my own dust
i made my bed and lay
so i know the bugs bite
this you say and that you say
its said and said yet no word to me
in my shoe i walk
i know where it pinches
judge me not you know not my plight
my fight, the weight of the cross i carry
i will eat my bread and wine
though little with that of my own
if today i should die
stand not by my grave if you mean not well.
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