Keep Moving (Chatelet-Les-Halles)

At the bottom of Chatelet-Les-Halles, Paris
The voice in my head said
Keep moving, keep moving
But I don't know where to go
Keep moving, keep moving
And I'm deep, deep underground
Keep moving, you'll find it

I'd lost all direction
With one hundred pounds on my back
And briefly I turned to crying
Until the voice it returned calmly
Keep moving, keep moving
But I don't think there's a way out
Keep moving, keep moving

So I did what I was told
And though I felt physically weak, I did not fold
I lifted, I climbed, but strength I did find
And prouder I could not have been

Sometimes that voice still guides me
When my wits are stretched to their end
The time to rest will come later
Keep moving, keep moving
That voice is still my friend
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