I am not like Jesus I can't save
no powers,their problem I can't shave
so lord before they take me to my grave
remind them that though it was small I still gave
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Give me the scorn of the stars and a peak defiant;
Wail of the pines and a wind with the shout of a giant;
Night and a trail unknown and a heart reliant.
Give me to live and love in the old, bold fashion;
A soldier's billet at night and a soldier's ration;
A heart that leaps to the fight with a soldier's passion.