The waiting is still on
I will watch and match till all is won
My crawling knees will ache
And my tender fingers quake
Although many stand against me
And few stand with me
I will overcome
It seems am slow
Slowing away time
Moving but still still
I will get there
By and by
I will get there
I will overcome
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