Don’t mind me
I'm just taking up the strain
Pulling on the rope
dragging on the chain
Don’t wait for me
If you feel you must move on
when the burden’s over
I’ll follow where I can
Too late to be your first
perhaps I’ll be your last
I'm struggling you see
to make the Past be past
I started on this race
without gathering up my strength
I started off the pace
without knowing it’s real length
though the path that I now follow
was made in light of you
There is no obligation
You have your burdens too
We all walk on life’s highway
We all go through its gate
It is no fault of ours
If some arrive too late
Sometimes my strength is waning
I fear the coming trial
I keep my hopes before me
to win the final mile
And whether, Dearest dearest
I fail or pull it through
this: the final test -
holds pain and pleasure too
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