I'Ll Rise Again
Here lies this weary body of mine,
My trip through life was brief;
The youth I had is long since passed,
For age is but a thief.
The hand that takes is swift and strong,
The hand that takes is cruel;
The battle is over but who has won,
Is there another rule?
We waltz around our numbered days,
With steps of measured beat;
But often the steps tend to fall,
If they cannot take the heat.
But in the nether parts of time,
I’ll rise again to sing my rhyme.
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