The Walk
Take up thy bed and walk
Don't fret any longer
Take up thy bed and walk
What doesn't kill you
Makes you stronger
Reach out and grab
A guiding hand
Rest your head on the shoulders
Of this dying man
Take up thy bed and walk
No excuses anymore
Take up thy bed and walk
What are you really dying for?
Conceptualize what you
Cannot see
Take up thy bed
And walk with me
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