Give me strength enough to walk these final miles.
For I am sick at heart and my life is not my own,
I am weary, I am tired,
Of the dust along the road.
The dance you chose for me is hard,
I cannot find the joy or feel the steps,
So I stumble and I falter,
Trying still to mark my time.
Perhaps in that last sunrise when the dance is at an end,
I will look to where I came from and to everywhere I’ve been,
I will see the steps were awkward,
But at least they were my own.
All I ask in that last hour is to have clean hands and heart,
That if I didn’t dance the right steps then at least I did no harm,
In the setting sun I’ll finish,
And my feet will dance no more.