And all that we are, all that we've been
Just another kind of dream,
Just another name for loss.
All of your scars and your petty sins
Are smaller than they seem
Worth less than we'd ever guess.
There's a light that shines on through us all
Though we never see it glow;
Only know it by what we do.
It is what holds us high through a fall,
Keeps us together when we're low,
And is always ever true.
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