I came upon a beautiful land
And I was burdened by the joy that I felt
When from my hand, like grains of sand
That vision of beauty did melt
So I put my feet in front of me
A shoulder's width apart
And did not grieve the sigh I breathed
I carried that yoke upon my heart
Then I bent down and felt my crown
Descending from my head
And heard inside, "Maybe death to pride,
Could bring up life instead."
So I laid to rest my puffed up chest
Resolved to lay it all
For I am but man, captive of this land
Let that rain of mercy fall
You swallowed up the fear in me
I'm no longer slave to slavery
So I took up the plow and dug in deep
When there's nothing left in me
There's everything
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