There is something that happens when you come to the end of the road
You search for forgiveness, repent some of the words that you spoke
The light at the end seems farther than you ever thought you would go
You’ve seen the highest of mountains and been through valleys of lows
There’s a tear in the eye when the birds fly by into the sun
The catfish are jumping and there are lines that are left to be sung
The choirs of angels they take your hand
Holding on tight cause you won’t understand
With the answers there in the palm of your hands
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