Survivor
I am a survivor, are you?
When life gets tough
I'm still the driver, are you?
Even when I've had enough
When life is long
it matters not why
our pain is strong;
we will not cry
So come now my darling away from the blade
put down the pills
don't let your life fade
for you can climb this hill
"In heaven above" they say.
"God watches our tears
but when he comes on that day
then, he'll calm our fears."
We go see his love
into the night
it comes from above
shining down as a light
But as for me, myself and I,
my road takes a different path
one from which I will not shy
one I hope will ever last.
I will survive, will you?
I will thrive, will you?
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