I Will Stand By You
I will never back down from a good fair fight
I will find my way through the darkest night
No, I'll never feel wrong for doing what's right
I will stand by you
I will never run from what I believe
I am stronger still when I'm on my knees
I am ready as I'll ever be
And I will stand by you
Now I can't carry the world on my shoulders
This I know is true
But if you need meI will be there
Know that I will stand by you
Let the walls fall down, I will shelter you
When the seas rise up, I will rise up too
And no matter what happens I'll know what to do
I will stand by you
Now I can't carry the world on my shoulders
This I know is true
But if you need meI will be there
Know that I will stand by you
I'm a man of faith that's unshakeable
I may bend but I'm unbreakable
You can count on me
I will never back down from a good fair fight
I will find my way through the darkest night
No, I'll never feel wrong for doing what's right
I will stand by you
I will stand by you
I will stand
Now I can't carry the world on my shoulders
This I know is true
But if you need me
I will be there
Know that I will stand by you
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