There’s fire in my lungs There’s some things I want to say Still I don’t know how to tease them out of me
There’s a way to strike your stride In a way that’s all your own Still I’m stepping in footsteps set out for me
Do I have the courage to be disapproved of Have I got the backbone to say what I mean I don’t know
There’s a garden of unknown Fruit in me that’s sown Have I got the patience I need to taste of it in its day
Will I wrestle and walk limping Will I jump out and not fly Do you recover from touching Him who doesn’t die
Do I have the courage to be knocked down hard Have I got the backbone to fall and not die I don’t know
But I’ll walk on and on and on, oh As the days go by, I’ll walk on and on and on I’ll walk on and on and on, oh Till my breath goes back to the God who gave it Till the day I die, I’ll walk on and on and on Even if I’m limping I’ll walk onTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
