| Down on my knees again tonight,
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| Hoping this prayer will turn out right.
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| See, there is a boy that needs your help.
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| I’ve done all that I can do myself.
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| His mother is tired.
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| I’m sure you can understand.
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| Each night as he sleeps,
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| She goes in to hold his hand
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| And she tries not to cry
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| As the tears fill in her eyes.
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| Can you hear me?
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| Am I getting through tonight?
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| Can you see him?
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| Can you make him feel alright?
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| If you can hear me,
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| Let me take his place somehow
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| See he’s not just anyone,
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| He’s my son.
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| Sometimes late at night I watch him sleep.
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| I dream of a boy he’d like to be.
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| I try to be strong and see him through,
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| But God who he needs right now is you.
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| Let him grow old, live life without this fear.
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| What would I be living without him here?
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| He’s so tired and he’s scared.
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| Let him know that you’re there.
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| Can you hear me?
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| Am I getting through tonight?
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| Can you see him?
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| Can you make him feel alright?
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| If you can hear me,
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| Let me take his place somehow
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| See he’s not just anyone,
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| He’s my son.
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| Can you hear me?
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| Am I getting through tonight?
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| Can you see him?
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| Can you make him feel alright
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| If you can hear me,
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| Let me take his place somehow
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| See he’s not just anyone
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| Can you hear me?
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| Can you see him?
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| Please don’t leave him,
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| He’s my son. |