The End of the Beginning     By John Flynn

Like river stone it may be that some edges get worn smooth
Or maybe itís just these days you donít have as much to prove
So you try to pick your battles Ďcause some fights just ainít worth winning
When you reach the end of the beginning

From dwelling on the tears to being thankful for the smiles
The journey of a single step can begin with a thousand miles
And you ainít sure where your going, but youíre making good time grinning
When you reach the end of the beginning

Oh, the journey you make
From the first breath you take
ĎTil your last dying day
And the mystery takes your breath away

Ainít much canít get settled sitting down over a cold one
You got no time to pick a grudge up, let alone to hold one
Youíve seen desperados genuflect and caught the sainted sinning
When you reach the end of the beginning

You might regret mistakes you made but donít mistake regret
For turning from those lucky stars you ainít done thanking yet
Or old friends you can count on even though their ranks are thinning
When you reach the end of the beginning

Oh. the journey you make
From the first breath you take
On your last dying day
And the mystery takes your breath away

Youíve got so much to tell them that you donít know where to start
And you canít always find the words to say whatís in your heart
So you love them just as hard as you hope this old world keeps spinningē
When you reach the end of the beginning

Like river stone it may be that some edges get worn smooth
Or maybe itís just these days you donít have as much to prove
So you try to pick your battles Ďcause some fights are still worth winning
When you reach the end of the beginning

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