The Anthology
For every hill I've had to climb,
For every hill I've had to climb, For every stone that bruised my feet, For all the blood and sweat and grime, For blinding storms and burning heat My heart sings but a grateful song— These were the things that made me strong! For all the heartaches and the tears, For all the…
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