(written by Sonya Isaacs and Tim Mensy). . I don't regret. One single step. Now that I'm standing here. But I almost gave up. On this road to love. I came through a river of tears.
Chorus. one step at a time moving forward to my goals i know thats its gon be alright i take it one step at a time im just trying to change my life i take it one step at a time.
When you try you lose I'll always win in the end. From the ground you look up it's my face again. you can't fight I'll break you down again and then. Kick you in the face that's your lesson learned.
Off to Philadelphia. . Me name is Paddy Leary from a spot on Tipperary. The hearts of all the girls I'm a thorn in. But befall the break of morn, it is they who'll be forlorn.
My love stood under a walnut tree. Over the garden wall. She whispered and said she'd be true to me. Over the garden wall. She had beautiful eyes and beautiful hair.
On a gravel back-road, down deep in the Fall. So long ago, yet how well I recall. My Grandfather's green truck with the rusted-out rims. and me on the seat, 'tween my Mamma and him.
And you know the sun's settin' fast,. And just like they say, nothing good ever lasts.. Well, go on now and kiss it goodbye,. But hold on to your lover,.
On the wings of a snow-white dove. He sends His pure sweet love. A sign from above. On the wings of a dove. . When Noah had drifted on the flood many days.
Oh how good the snapping and the crackle. Of the frost that daily grows more keen.. Laden with its dazzling icy roses,. The white flaming bush is forced to lean..
I am starting over,. suffering the pain.. Talking gives me shivers.. They call me insane.. They call me insane.. . Climbing up the mountains,. trying to change my mind..
Sometimes I wonder where I've been. Who I am. Do I fit in.. Make believin' is hard alone,. Out here on my own. . We're always provin' who we are. Always reachin' for the risin' star.
Sometimes I wonder where I've been. Who I am, do I fit in. Make believin' is hard alone. Out here on my own. . We're always proving who we are. Always reaching for that rising star.
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