I have never been able to move mountains
I have never been able to sing nice
I could not even draw a picture
I failed in everything I tried
I was shattered before I met you
You took my hand and made me whole
I'm sorry there's not much I can give
Except this song, my heart, and my soul
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Look at the stars
And what they could tell you
Look at the sky
And try to imagine how high we could fly
I won't ever get invited
To the temple of the king
I'm poor so there isn't much I can give you
Except my dream, a prayer, and a wing