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He walks on

there's a man who walks the chosen path
he sacrificed everything he had
tired but he smiles every single day
cause finally he knows the way

he travels light
a bag for his bread and a blanket for the night
any extra cash is good for burning
too much baggage delays the journey

so he walks a cadence
a step at a time
in rhythm with God
he stays in line

at times it looks
he's on his own
but don't deceived
he's never alone

though there's pain along the way
he walks on, he walks on
through the storms and the rain
he walks on, he walks on

when so many get lost or led astray
he still walks the path everyday

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