Not a penny in hand
But the resolve to build a castle
Not a bone unbroken
But the arrogance of taming the peaks
No future inheritance in sight
But the pride of giving away all
Heart bleeding with a hundred holes
Still the wish to anoint others with the reddened elixir
You gave this.. O Lord
To the meek, the doubtful
You stood beside and made look tall
The soul that was about to be dwarfed by its own shortsightedness
May you rule all the breaths this life has
May you design all the lives this soul has
The celebration of your grace is my pride
Treading the path illuminated by you my good fortune
But the resolve to build a castle
Not a bone unbroken
But the arrogance of taming the peaks
No future inheritance in sight
But the pride of giving away all
Heart bleeding with a hundred holes
Still the wish to anoint others with the reddened elixir
You gave this.. O Lord
To the meek, the doubtful
You stood beside and made look tall
The soul that was about to be dwarfed by its own shortsightedness
May you rule all the breaths this life has
May you design all the lives this soul has
The celebration of your grace is my pride
Treading the path illuminated by you my good fortune
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