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This wai kru is dedicated to Cyril Madison (Cowboy, my blooper man), who taught me about respecting all of humanity; Buck Wilson (my father), who taught me about humility; my KhunPa (Suchat Sirisute), who brought me back to religion; to PaKroo Samai Masamarn of the Buddhai Sawan who taught me respect for tradition:
I have never risen high
But many times have I fallen
I haven't succeeded with any dream
But none have I ever forgotten
The me that is inside
Will always remain free
Driven to do the one thing
I know only I can
For I know no other way to be
A part of nature's plan
So when the skies are darkest
And my heart is filled with tears
I reach so deep to find inside
The strength to face my tears
And carry on; and do; and try
For those sleepers of the forever dark
Who died for me so I may fly
Ever true and pure of heart
I have never risen high
But many times have I fallen
I haven't succeeded with any dream
But none have I ever forgotten
The me that is inside
Will always remain free
Driven to do the one thing
I know only I can
For I know no other way to be
A part of nature's plan
So when the skies are darkest
And my heart is filled with tears
I reach so deep to find inside
The strength to face my tears
And carry on; and do; and try
For those sleepers of the forever dark
Who died for me so I may fly
Ever true and pure of heart