I'm battered, bruised and I'm burned
I'm broken beleaguered and lame
It's been hard to pass through the valley
Where the bones rise to chatter my name
Where the dust of the ground fills my nostrils
and the sun burns harsh in my eyes

Do not gloat over me
mine enemies no
Though I've fallen
I will rise
I will rise . . .

It's been many a year that I've traveled
seeking what cannot be found
and I've gone to the well with the wicked
I've followed the fool and the clown
I've carried the torch burned in anger
I was grateful to sup with the wise

Do not gloat over me
mine enemies no
Though I've fallen
I will rise
I will rise . . .

Say, can I carry your burdens
I can see all your sorrow and shame
You can walk with me to the table
where we'll carry your anguish by name
We can wander the halls of forgiveness
And ask the king to show us the prize

Do not gloat over me
mine enemies no
Though I've fallen
I will rise . . .
I will rise . . .
I will rise . . .
I will rise . . .
I will rise . . .

We can wander the halls of forgiveness
And ask the king the show us the prize

Do not gloat over me
mine enemies no
Though I've fallen
I will rise
I will rise . . .

I will rise

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