As Days Go By
As woe begotten days go by
I’ve fallen far from up on high
And can’t stand up from where I lie
Forever gazing at the sky
I long to spread my wings and fly
And then, with steely-glinted eye
I’ll sound a gallant battle cry
“To sink or swim; there is no try”
But even should things go awry
Perhaps my end is not yet nigh
I’m stronger from my faults and I
Would never be caught, high and dry
My world could be a slice of pie
Until the very day I die
I’d climb back up from where I lie
And never have to say goodbye
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