| When I’m weary lost or sad
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| Overwhelmed or just fed up
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| I say grace for what I have
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| And most the time that is enough
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| We are body, skin and bones
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| We’re all the loss we’ve ever known
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| What is gone is always near
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| We’re all the love that brought us here
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| And the things that have saved us
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| Are still here to save us
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| It’s not out there somewhere
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| It’s right here, it’s right here
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| If I start by being kind
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| Love usually follows right behind
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| It nods its head and softly hums
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| Saying «Honey that’s the way it’s done.»
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| We don’t have to search for love
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| Wring our hands and wring our hearts
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| All we have to do is know
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| The love will find us in the dark
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| And the things that have saved us
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| Are still here to save us
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| It’s not out there somewhere
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| It’s right here, it’s right here
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| I can’t change the whole world
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| But I can change the world I know
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| What’s within three feet or so
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| We are body, skin and bones
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| We’re all the love we’ve ever known
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| When I don’t know what is right
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| I hold it up into the Light
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| I hold it up into the Light
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| I hold it up into the Light |