Staying Strong
I wake up every morning with a smile on my face.
And I'm not quite sure how,
but it stays throughout the day.
Even though it kills me not to say your name,
I stay strong, I carry on.
Everyday I get home and
the mask falls away.
My weak head bows and I begin to pray
That I get through this, that I live to fight another day.
And I stay strong, I carry on.
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