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I pray Dear God, help me stop this mess

Cause I don’t think I realize just what I’m getting into

I pray for You to help me turn my life around

And just whenever it is, I break my end of the deal

So please Dear God

Help me get back out of what I fell in



It doesn’t matter what I dream

And it sure doesn’t matter that I can’t carry a note

So shape me with some confidence

And show me all the things I’ve never known

So that someday I can die having lived



Just five years old and a glove on my hand

That right fielder who no one thought would amount to anything

But I kept trying and trying until I reached eighteen

And now I have a college scholarship and playing on the team

That everyone just laughed at when I said I would, back then



It doesn’t matter what I dream

And sure doesn’t matter that I can’t carry a note

So shaped by my own confidence

I’m experiencing things stones where thrown at me for

And someday I can die having lived



Daddy said, “Take the reigns and ride till your hands get bruised,

That’s the only way you can live without regrets.

And you don’t need to look back and have them about your youth,

So just keep trying and do your best.

All good comes to those who wait.”



It doesn’t matter what I dream

Cause someday I’ll die having lived