| I once knew your father well
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| He fought tears as he spoke of your mother’s health
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| I guess a part of him just couldn’t return
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| Forgiveness is a lesson he cursed you to learn
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| As your guardian I was instructed well
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| To make sense of God’s love 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 your broken heart can
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| Maybe your light is a seed
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| And the darkness the dirt
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| In spite of the uneven odds
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| Beauty lifts 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 these questions take shape
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| Are you getting stronger 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 your mended heart can
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| You’ll always remember the moment God took her away
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| For the weight of the world was placed on your shoulders that day
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| Maybe your light is the seed
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| And the darkness the dirt
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| In spite of the uneven odds
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| Beauty lifts 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.» |