When death whispers
all we do is go along or surrender
All is lost in the eye of the beholder
All is won in the heart of the believer
And as your train passes me by
I feel in the teardrops that warm my cheeks
that losing you will help me find myself once more
for all is lost to those who find nothing is worth the bumpy ride
and all is found by those who lost but kept the faith to look beyond the misty river
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