Strangely, life writes its wondrous songs.
Unexpected and changeable as a servant of fate.
Blessed is it in the holy, joyful hour...
...and next time trouble inflicts a wound on your existence.
I give you my hand to walk with you through the night.
I wish to give you hope to overcome all the turmoil.
I'll give you my hand to walk some of the way with you.
In the certainty of seeing the light tomorrow.
We dwell as flotsam in the stream of being.
Sometimes we're stranded, sometimes we're drawn to the sea.
But luck often saves those who dare.
Many people have suffocated because of the compromise.
I give you my hand to go through the night with you.
I wish to give you hope to overcome all the turmoil.
I'll give you my hand to walk some of the way with you.
In the certainty of seeing the light tomorrow.
We dwell as flotsam in the stream of being.
Sometimes we're stranded, sometimes we're drawn to the sea.
But luck often saves those who dare.
Many people have suffocated because of the compromise.
I give you my hand to walk through the night with you.
Make your wish To give hope to overcome all the turmoil.
I'll give you my hand to walk some of the way with you.
In the certainty of seeing the light tomorrow.

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