Someday all these will end,
Someday it will all end,
Someday I will walk away from all these,
Someday I will hit my chest and nod my head,
Holding it high as I will walk down the lane of glory.
I know the day is close,
I know the hour will soon come,
So am going to hold on a little while,
Just a little longer,
Indeed I can feel the breeze of change right on my face,
I will not give up,
Not now that my victory is so close,
I have to fight on; I have to hold on,
For the day is close, for the hour is here.
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