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Hope is an anchor and love is a ship, time is the ocean and life is a trip
You don't know where you're going, 'till you know where you're at
And if you can't read the stars, well you better have a map
A compass and a conscience, so you don't get lost at sea
Or on some lonely island, where no one wants to be

From the beginning of creation, I think our maker had a plan
For us to leave these shores and sail beyond the sand
And let the good light guide us through the waves and the wind
To the beaches in a world where we have never been
And we'll climb up on a mountain, y'all we'll let our voices ring
Those who've never tried it, they'll be the first to sing

Whoa, my, my
I'll see you on the other side
If I make it
And it might be a long hard ride
But I'm gonna take it
Sometimes it seems that I don't have a prayer
Let the weather take me anywhere
But I know that I wanna go
Where the streets are gold
'Cause you'll be there
Oh, my , my

You don't bring nothing with you here
And you can't take nothing back
I ain't never seen a hearse, with a luggage rack
So I've torn my knees up prayin'
Scarred my back from fallin' down
Spent so much time flying high, till I'm face first in the ground
So if you're up there watchin' me, would you talk to God and say,
Tell him I might need a hand to see you both someday

Whoa, my, my
So I'll see you on the other side
If I make it
And it might be a long hard ride
But I'm gonna take it
Sometimes it seems that I don't have a prayer
Let the weather take me anywhere
But I know that I wanna go
Where the streets are gold
'Cause you'll be there
Oh, my , my
Cause you'll be there
Oh, my ,my
Hope is an anchor and love is a ship, time is the ocean and life is a trip   You don't know where you're going, 'till you know where you're at   And if you can't read the stars, well you better have a map   A compass and a conscience, so you don't get lost at sea   Or on some lonely island, where no one wants to be       From the beginning of creation, I think our maker had a plan   For us to leave these shores and sail beyond the sand   And let the good light guide us through the waves and the wind   To the beaches in a world where we have never been   And we'll climb up on a mountain, y'all we'll let our voices ring   Those who've never tried it, they'll be the first to sing      Whoa, my, my   I'll see you on the other side   If I make it   And it might be a long hard ride   But I'm gonna take it   Sometimes it seems that I don't have a prayer   Let the weather take me anywhere   But I know that I wanna go   Where the streets are gold   'Cause you'll be there   Oh, my , my      You don't bring nothing with you here   And you can't take nothing back   I ain't never seen a hearse, with a luggage rack   So I've torn my knees up prayin'   Scarred my back from fallin' down   Spent so much time flying high, till I'm face first in the ground   So if you're up there watchin' me, would you talk to God and say,   Tell him I might need a hand to see you both someday      Whoa, my, my   So I'll see you on the other side   If I make it   And it might be a long hard ride   But I'm gonna take it   Sometimes it seems that I don't have a prayer   Let the weather take me anywhere   But I know that I wanna go   Where the streets are gold   'Cause you'll be there   Oh, my , my   Cause you'll be there   Oh, my ,my
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