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I have heard many say
They would die on a hill
As if orthodoxy
Is an act of the will
Some have said they would gladly
Be hung, shot or gored
They would be ripped apart
Struck down with the sword
Just for love, for a cause
For a word from their Lord.
Some would swim oceans
To show their devotion
But I am not such a man
I pray that you might understand
I'd like to be brave
Wear your name to the grave
Bear life's push and shove
While maintaining my love
But I don't, and I fail
I'm as crumbling shale
I'm not sturdy enough.
Yet if I could be tough
There's one death I'd embrace
One glance at glory
One touch of grace
Yes, I could bear death
For a glimpse of your face.