It was endless nights, I just cried
Right at the height of my pain, nothing comforted me.
But I survived like the solitary eagle.
And the luck of the new one smiled at me
God hid me right under his wings
No plague killed me, no arrow hit me
I learned to win, losing
I learned to go up, down
It hurt, it hurt but I grew
And I grew,
I appeared, disappearing
And the power of God in my weakness
Has perfected
There's a good thing coming up.
Something's going on.
And no matter what I suffered
What matters is that I survived.
There's a good thing coming up.
Something's going on.
And no matter what I suffered
What matters is that I survived.
I learned to win, losing
I learned to go up, down
It hurt, but I grew
And I grew up ...





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