Nothing left to lose
Knowing there not much left
I know that I must choose
To catch you when you fall
Never mind all the trouble
Never mind all the struggle
This when I begin to speak
I've left it to lay since
I felt so weak
But now is the end of silence
When death is calling me
I can take no more
When I cease to be
I lay at the door
Never mind all the trouble
Never mind all the struggle
This when I begin to speak
I've left it to lay since
I felt so weak
But now is the end of silence
But now is the time
That I take my stand
Now is the time
To take a hold of Your hand
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