If I can trust my Maker
And give Him charge over my days
If I can stay true
And breath in honest rhythm
It won't matter how long I stay here
It won't matter how fast I get there
.
If I can hear the drums of prosperous winds
And dance my turn
And leave the beats going for the next man
.
If I can follow the leading of the stars
And journey from east to west
Planting a tree beside every bare road I take
.
If I can consider the common fate
And speak words with care
And learn to warm a heart in its cold days
.
If I can touch a thousand flowers
Sing of their colours to the buzzing of happy bees
And not mar a single petal
.
If I can stay true
I will be fine
They will be alright
I will be a sweet thing in a bitter world
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