| Baby walks a wire without a net
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| Baby gives his heart with no regret
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| And from this height where he’ll risk the fall
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| For a glimpse of what might be
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| He waits for me
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| I can trace my memory through the dust
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| The ruins of my wanderlust
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| But those are lost who try to cross through
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| The sorrow fields too easily
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| He waits for me
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| I have seen love’s wings of grace
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| Cross his fallen-angel face
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| Baby walks a wire so perilous
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| Offers up his hope like a prayer for us
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| To finally feel love’s worldly weight
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| Lean up against my garden gate
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| He waits for me |