Who's gonna be my savior
Now that I've learned to believe
Who's gonna be the answer
To all of my questioning
Well I hope I'm not lost
But I think that hope is now distancing
And the words that secure a thought
Are now faint wisperings
Who's gonna wear my crown
I don's know I just might alone
Who's gonna wear my crown
I don't know I've just got to go my way
Who's gonna be my partner
Now that I stand here alone
Who's gonna be the shepherd
To lead this poor boy back home
Well I hope I'm not lost
But I think that hope is now distancing
And the words that secure a thought
Are now faint whisperings
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