| Don’t say «start over,» it doesn’t mean a thing
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| When you face death tell me:
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| What do you see? |
| What do you see?
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| (Do we) gain perspective face to face with loss
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| If you are just body then it’s true you are no more
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| But if there’s soul beneath that casing, only now you’re being born
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| I hoisted your dead weight over my frail but tireless back
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| I took you to the edge of where I planned to grow a forest
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| I closed your eyes and dug a hole and made my peace with
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| The fact that this would be your final earthly placement
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| And as I watched your fur and muzzle disappear
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| It’s then that understanding and acceptance replaced my fear
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| And I didn’t know what to say, but I knew what I had to do
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| Every day I made my way back to that tragic spot
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| I’d watch the birds and insects traverse your burial plot
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| One day upon arriving, I found a tiny sprout
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| He reached up from the ground as if to say «Please, just let me out!»
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| And I didn’t know what to say
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| But I knew what I had to do
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| I watched you coming back to me!
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| What did you see? |
| What did you see? |