When you begin to measure your actions

And fear the wrong reactions they may cause

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When you are ready to break your back

Shed all your blood to give and be content receiving nothing

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When you feel nothing matters

But the satisfaction of seeing the person do well

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When you choose your heart over your head

And subject yourself to the torture of everyday happenings and uncertainties

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When the fear of losing sets in

And completely dominates the contentment of having

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When you’ve shed a tear or two

And can’t help but accept your happiness is no longer in your hands

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When you taste the painful side of happiness

And embrace the ugly side of beauty

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When you only find meaning in a seeming insanity

And find your strength in a state of weakness

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When you no longer notice the sky is blue

And care less whether roses are red or pink

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When freedom becomes a dear wish

With the gate opened wide and the road clear before you

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Then you are not blind or crazy or helpless

You could be all and many more

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Oh wary one, how did you let your heart out of your hands?

Oh mighty one, what got you conquered at last?