I trust as I look up at the sky;
So why do you tell me I must fly
Like a bird to the peaks on high?

 

Now I'm being shadowed by my foes;
Aiming from the darkness, I'm their target, this I know;
Standing at the ready with their arrows and bows. 

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If the good that I've done is shattered ,
Worried if anything I'd done  had mattered;
What will I do?

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From there in the heavens where you dwell,
You watch my trial and wish me well;
I'm a child of the very first bell.

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Both the enemy and I are in the measure;
You will never harm the flower that you treasure;
But woe to the foe.

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Storms will rain on the ones who seek destruction;
Scourged by raging flames of lava in eruption;
Hot winds their due.

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But if I've heard and understood,
Held myself virtuous and good,
I know we'll see each other
As we should.