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You do your best and walk with pride
The things you love are often cast aside
I never, ever meant to hurt you
And would it be wrong to ask you
To guide me home?
And to help me on.
I walk alone; this is my choice
But in my darkest hours I yearn another voice
I never, ever meant to hurt you
And would it be wrong to ask you
To guide me home?
And to help me on this...
Wide road
Mother, help me walk this wide road
I've tried so hard, but I'm still so alone
Help me walk this wide, wide road
'Cause the older I get
The wider, the wider it becomes.
If you love someone
You should help them on
This wide, wide road.