
Did I Make A Difference The Oak Ridge Boys
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I'm caught up in the push and shove
The daily grind, burning time, spinning wheels;
I wonder what I'm doing here
Day to day, year to year, standing still
Somewhere there's a teacher with a heart never quits
Staying after school to help some inner-city kids
A mother who's a volunteer, a Soldier in the fight
And I can't help but ask myself when I lay down at night
Did I make a difference in somebody's life?
What hurts did I heal?
What wrongs did I right?
Did I raise my voice in defence of the truth?
Did I lend my hand to the destitute?
When my race is run, when my song is sung
Will I have to wonder
Did I make a difference?
Did I make a difference?
I've been working hard to make a living
And forgetting what true living is
Taking more than giving; something's missing
Lord how long can I go on like this?
There's a lonely old man down the street and I should be ashamed
I've never been to see him; I don't even know his name
There's kids without their supper in my own neighbourhood
Will I look back someday and say that I did all I could?
The daily grind, burning time, spinning wheels;
I wonder what I'm doing here
Day to day, year to year, standing still
Somewhere there's a teacher with a heart never quits
Staying after school to help some inner-city kids
A mother who's a volunteer, a Soldier in the fight
And I can't help but ask myself when I lay down at night
Did I make a difference in somebody's life?
What hurts did I heal?
What wrongs did I right?
Did I raise my voice in defence of the truth?
Did I lend my hand to the destitute?
When my race is run, when my song is sung
Will I have to wonder
Did I make a difference?
Did I make a difference?
I've been working hard to make a living
And forgetting what true living is
Taking more than giving; something's missing
Lord how long can I go on like this?
There's a lonely old man down the street and I should be ashamed
I've never been to see him; I don't even know his name
There's kids without their supper in my own neighbourhood
Will I look back someday and say that I did all I could?
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