I once knew your father well
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He fought tears as he spoke
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¡°Your mother¡¯s dead¡±
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I guess a part of him just couldn¡¯t return
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Forgiveness is a lesson
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He cursed you to learn
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As your guardian
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I was instructed well
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To make sense of God¡¯s love
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In these fires of hell
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No I don¡¯t expect you to understand
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Just to live what little life
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Your broken heart can
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Maybe your light is a sea
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And the darkness the dirt
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In spite of the uneven odds
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Beauty lives from the earth
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From the earth
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From the earth
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As the years move on
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These questions they will shape
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Are you getting stronger
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Or is time shifting weight
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No one expects you to understand
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Just to live what little life
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Your mended heart can
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You¡¯ll always remember the moment
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God took her away
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The weight of the world
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Was placed on your shoulders that day
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Maybe your light is the sea
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And the darkness the dirt
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In spite of the uneven odds
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Beauty lives from the earth
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From the earth
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You¡¯re much too young now
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So I write these words down
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¡°Darkness exists to make light truly count¡±
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Uneven Odds
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Sleeping At Last |