I can withstand all tragedy
And sin inflicted upon me
And sickness without remedy
With my heart held up high
I live a life of servitude
No dreams have I chance to pursue
Only life and live I do
With my heart held up high
The fortunate will weep and wail
When faced with some tiny travail
Where paltry pain sees these fools fail
My heart held up high prevails
Forbearance is the towering word
The flower of all I have suffered
And where it blossoms there I've heard
A heart is held up high
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