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You can trip smug smiling in your worn-out shoes,
Cast away the rhythm of eternity's fugue,
Grapple with the tongue of hope till it abandons you
But you can't deny a gift.
Falter at the well, making heroes out of ghosts,
Stuffing yourself on thankless boasts,
But I have faith in your withering soul
'Cause you can't deny a gift.
Oh, no, you can't deny a gift.
A gift of one and a gift to all,
The wings to soar and not to fall.
A gift of light in the abyss
Higher ground above the pit.
The choice to live that is a gift.
That is a gift, that is a gift, that is a gift.
Though this gift lacks frivolous flair,
It doesn't sparkle in the sun and requires little care,
It's one of volume enough to spare,
Throw down defense and we will share.
Throw down defense and we will share.
A gift of one and a gift to all,
The wings to soar and not to fall.
A gift of light in the abyss
Higher ground above the pit.
The choice to live that is a gift.
That is a gift, that is a gift, that is a gift.
A gift of one and a gift to all,
The wings to soar and not to fall.
A gift of light in the abyss
Higher ground above the pit.
The choice to live that is a gift.
That is a gift, that is a gift, that is a gift.
Original text by MARIA MCKEE
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