Carry On

Carry On

Early morning walking on the street all alone.
Are there people around?
I only see my feet on the floor.

I am thinking of all the dreams I want to fulfill.
But then I realice, it’s hard for a dream to feel real.

But, I carry on, I carry on.
I carry on, I carry on.

Every new step seems to go in a way that’s wrong.
What if the wrong is me? I won’t stop.

But, I carry on, I carry on.
I carry on, I carry on.

And so I fly high, high, high.
Oh, it’s my life!
So I fly.

I carry on.

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