sometimes i stumble home at night, discouraged,
draggin' my battered dreams behind,
wonderin' if the battle's worth the fightin'
and why so many people's eyes are blind.
but as i disapper into my music,
and the song grows deep inside my soul,
i know if God wants me to use it
the strivin's more important than the goal.
and i think,
what would i do without my music,
what would i do without my song,
what would i do without my music,
to make it right when everything seems wrong.
and as i lose my worries in my music,
dreams start rebuilding strong and high.
and i know tho i may not be winnin',
i'm a long, long way from losin' if i try.
and i think,
what would i do without my music,
what would i do without my song,
what would i do without my music,
to life me up when all my dreams are gone
to give me hope so i can carry on.
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