The night is about to fall. 'Never surrender' - I still hear them call. Images (are) passing by. I must watch him waving a last goodbye. It's not that he's gone away. It's the secure feeling he will not stay. A wanderer leaving the land He once had entered to rise again. Thousands cry Until the blood runs low They make the river flow That he'll sail on. Are we that alone? The king is leaving Off to a land unknown. And though I'm wondering why, The king has left The spirit we now call our own. He lit up our life! 1000 days passed by, From the very moment he stepped into our lives. Words were not his deal. What he brought to us is the power to feel. The power to believe. The power to walk on, the power to see. To determine wrong from right. The power to check out the step from dark to light. Sometimes I'm even more afraid Of times beyond the gates of now. Remembering his glory Pounds my will onto the ground. Can you hear us cry? Can you see our kingdom die? No! Now for me it's plain to see That everything I want to be. Can be done by holding on In hard and gruelling times. We are rising high.
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