If the world hurled at me
Ten hundred thousand things to do,
And revoked my every freedom
For a chance to start anew,
If I fought a hundred armies,
And began to wounds accrue,
I would bear no resentment,
And fight to continue.
If I gave up my possessions,
And had to say adieu,
Yet still my will would carry on
Though both my eyes bedew.
If I had to bear the world's sins
In order to be true,
I'd take in every moment
For a fleeting, simple you.
If the world hurled at me
Ten hundred thousand things to do,
And revoked my every freedom
For a chance to start anew,
If I fought a hundred armies,
And began to wounds accrue,
I would bear no resentment,
And fight to continue.
If I gave up my possessions,
And had to say adieu,
Yet still my will would carry on
Though both my eyes bedew.
If I had to bear the world's sins
In order to be true,
I'd take in every moment
For a fleeting, simple you.