One hand |
Reaches out |
And pulls a lost soul from harm |
While a thousand more |
Go unspoken for |
And they say, |
“What good have you done |
By saving just this one” |
It’s like whispering a prayer |
In the fury of a storm |
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And I hear them saying, |
“You’ll never change things |
And no matter what you do |
It’s still the same thing” |
But it’s not the world |
That I am changing |
I do this so, |
This world will know |
That it will not change me |
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This heart |
still believes |
That love and mercy |
still exist |
While all the hatreds rage |
And so many say |
“That love is all but pointless, |
In madness such as this |
“It’s like trying to stop a fire |
With the moisture from a kiss” |
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And I hear them saying, |
“You’ll never change things |
And no matter what you do |
It’s still the same thing” |
But it’s not the world |
That I am changing |
I do this so, |
This world will know |
That it will not change me |
|
As long as one heart still holds on |
Then hope is never really gone |
|
And I hear them saying, |
“You’ll never change things |
And no matter what you do |
It’s still the same thing” |
But it’s not the world |
That I am changing |
I do this so, |
This world we know |
Never changes me |
|
What I do is so, |
This world will know |
That it will not change me |
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Performed by: Garth Brooks |
Written by: Wayne Tester and Anthony Arata |
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