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I once heard an old and broken man
Say that he wouldn’t change a thing
All the pain and life’s suffering
Had made the man he was that day

But who can say what could’ve been?
Who can say what could’ve been?

I think of roads I might’ve walked
And in the dark I pray
That God in his wisdom
Has led me this way

A boy in prison blues held his head up high
Said that he wouldn’t be ashamed
His heart could not be caged by walls or by chains
Another chance he’d use it just the same

But who can say what could’ve been?
Who can say what could’ve been?

I think of roads I might’ve walked
And in the dark I pray
That God in his wisdom
Has led me this way

We make peace with the
Past we create
Or we fall beneath its weight

We make peace with the
Past we create
Or we fall beneath its weight
Or we fall beneath its weight

The wife of a wealthy man cries herself to sleep
Thinks of a love she once turned away
He asked for her hand, but she was too afraid
And sold her heart for some money and a name

Now who can say what could’ve been?
Who can say what could’ve been?

I think of roads I might’ve walked
And in the dark I pray
That God in his wisdom
Has led me this way

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