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The Unbelievers |
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by Julie Rae Rickard |
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I've lived many times and done many things |
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I've seen thieves, prostitutes and killers |
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But none move my sorrow more than the unbelievers |
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They laughed at me |
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They scoffed at me |
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And once they even killed me |
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But I won't give up and never will |
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I move on with a happy song |
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But I might end on a different key |
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I've been confused, misused, abused |
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But this has just begun |
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The dust has cleared |
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My goal is near |
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And from here I must proceed |
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I can't lose hope for my purpose is great |
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And the truth I must report |
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But will they believe |
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And can they see |
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Or will I cry again |
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For none move my sorrow more than the unbelievers |
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The end is near as I lie here |
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My cause is now forgotten |
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But I'll be back again, you'll see |
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To challenge the unbelievers. |
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Ó1978, Julie Rae Rickard |
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The Stranger Only Knocks Once |
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By Julie Rae Rickard |
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A stranger passed through a cold, dark town |
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Never letting himself wear a frown. |
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He walked, he led and followed too |
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And for those who cared to know |
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He told the secrets of the world |
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And petrified the few |
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A dark stranger passed through the town |
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And none there could deny |
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His power, his voice, his tongue, his guide |
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Were all along for the ride |
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He knocked at doors |
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He waited and watched |
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But none did dare complain |
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For he gave power and glory to all |
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Who dared go forth in his name |
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The time has passed for the stranger's ride |
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Yet some still hear him call |
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Go quickly, respond if you hear the sound |
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Of his subtle voice, of his sacred pound |
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For the stranger only knocks once. |
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Ó1983, Julie Rae Rickard |
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Pain |
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By Julie Rae Rickard |
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Physical pain |
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Abuse and restrain |
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All I've endured |
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On life's little train |
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The silence has calmed me |
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The darkness has cursed me |
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While all around me |
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Your love has blessed me |
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But where is one to go when the security is shaken? |
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Where to go when your blanket is taken? |
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The answer is to stay |
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And try to make my own way |
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There can be no other choice |
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Or again I will have lost |
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Our separation is something that is necessary |
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Although sometimes I believe quite the contrary |
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This much I know |
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What no matter where I go |
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You will always be with me |
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Through thick and through thin |
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You are the one with whom I begin |
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But whom I must also be without |
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The sentence has begun |
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No one has won |
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And I am alone |
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The punishment for sins such as mine is great |
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Such as separation from my mate |
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But I must again begin to live |
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This is my mission |
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This is my fate |
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Physical pain |
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Abuse and restrain |
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All I've endured |
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On life's little train |
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But none compare with the pain |
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Of being without you |
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Ó1984, Julie Rae Rickard |
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