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Moving Forward (Louis Toliver Jr-Austin, TX)

Step by step, I step 
   I hear the angels sing
   Hope, today, they bring 
Flying up with pep 
I become Heaven's rep
   Riding along God's wing

Moving forward can be hard
    Struggling through today 
    Living life is not all play
The fortune teller draws a card
It warns that Fate has no guard
    Never let pain get in your way

Flying high with my life 
    I am moving, so I'm living 
   Heart and heart, I keep giving
I will one day meet my afterlife 
Everyone's past contains strife 
     Let my future be thanksgiving

When the steps run out 
    I will just fly and fly and fly 
    I leave the past with a goodbye
Up on God's wing, I won't pout 
Going to heaven, I do not doubt
    In hell, I was just a passerby 

Moving forward, strength will build
    Letting go is the hardest part
    Vitality comes from being smart
Trust in those that are strong-willed
Our honest actions will be fulfilled 
    I step, I sing to you, I fly, I depart

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