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Now why this man's soul was bleeding
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The angel had to understand
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So invisible, he stood by him
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And then gently touched his hand
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Which caused the man to stand there still
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Despite the winter's cold
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And while he stood there in that trance
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The angel read his soul
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It seemed the man was not always like
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The man he had become
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And that angel wondered how that change had happened
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And when it had begun
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The man had been born to a kind and religious family
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And raised in the midwest
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And all throughout his childhood
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This man, clearly, had been blessed
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He grew up believing, among other things
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Man was made in the image of god
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He went to school, observed all rules
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While working very hard
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He had always tried to help others
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Excelled at nearly every task
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And when he'd graduated high school
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Of course, he was the first one in his class
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And in his eighteenth summer
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When it was time for him to leave
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He had offers from several colleges
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All of them ivy league
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And at college in all his studies
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He always received straight "a"s
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And when he tried his hand in theater
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He got the lead in the senior play
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It appeared to nearly everyone
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There was no talent that he lacked
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And for three years on the football team
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He was, the star quarterback
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And there he also met the girl
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Who did become his wife
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With her, his world was now complete
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He had the perfect life
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When they had graduated college
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They were wed in a ceremony quite grand
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Then they moved to new york
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In a dream they seemed caught
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Where all had been perfectly planned
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She decorated their park avenue apartment
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In a 1920's art-deco style
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And six months after they had moved in
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She told him, they would soon be having a child
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And after their first ultrasound
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He knew they were having a son
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Their lives could not have been better
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And they had only just begun
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Together they arrived early at the hospital
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On the delivery date
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The father was taking no chances
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And did not want to risk being late
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But while waiting outside the delivery room
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He could tell that something was going wrong
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For too many doctors were rushing in
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With none coming out for too long
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When her own doctor finally came out
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With several nurses at his side
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He said that his wife had started hemorrhaging
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And despite their best efforts, she died
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Then in an effort to console him
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A nurse gave him his newborn to hold
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But from the way the child felt limp in his arms
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He knew there was still more bad news to be told
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The doctor then gave the prognosis
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As gently as anyone could
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But before he could finish explaining
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The father only too well understood
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The child had been cut off from oxygen
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For minutes, which is far too long
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The damage was now irreversible
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His brain permanently malformed
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He'd never hold a job,
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Learn to read or ever talk
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And it would be a miracle
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If the child even learned how to walk
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And with those words the father felt
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His entire world falling apart
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And he stumbled for the words to express
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The tearing inside of his heart
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He cried out, why did god have to take her
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While she was still so young
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And then as if to cut him deeper
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Leave this thing here as his son
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"please explain to me god's wisdom
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How could he decide
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To take from me my precious wife
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While leaving this alive
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There is no reason for this life
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Why does he even exist
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And if he had never been born
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There is no way he'd have ever been missed
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If man is made in god's image
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Then something here is surely amiss
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For there is nothing of god
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Nothing of god
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Nothing of god
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Nothing of god
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Nothing of god in this"
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And then he asked for the child
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To be placed in a state run home
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And after he had signed the papers
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He walked into that night alone
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And in this world he found unkind
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He built a wall around his mind
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And every year he'd add new parts
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Until it had also enclosed his heart
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He kept his job and paid his d |