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Like any morning of my
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Junior year
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I stumble in the classroom
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Late, but this day I see
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Faces, I feel
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An air like a funeral
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Like a wake
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As I sit down
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Teacher speaking
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Somewhat sombrely
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But still confident and calm
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Part eulogy
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Her speech, and
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Part poem, part celebration song
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Her warmth and smile
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She passes photocopies
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Out to us of entries
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From a journal
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Kept so long ago
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She starts to read
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And suddenly
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It's 1980
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March 5
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The cancer is furious
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But our son is resilient
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We have all the faith
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We'll get through this
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No matter what the end
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Treatments are violent but
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He keeps on smiling
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It's amazing
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Finding joy in the little things
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April 12
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Andrew's appetite's improved
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And we thank God everyday
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But still it's hard sometimes
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To see him in that scarecrow frame
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July 9
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There's a suffering
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When I look in his eyes
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He's been through so much
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We've all been through so much, but
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What incredible resolve
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Our little boy shows, only 7
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Standing face to face with death
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He said it's easy to find people
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Who have suffered worse than him
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"Like Jesus suffered worse than anyone"
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He told me last night
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"When God abandoned him", and
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September 20
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We've been playing in the yard
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Lately his spirits are high
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Although his blood counts aren't
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October 14
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He feels tired all the time
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November 30
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At the hospital again
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It feels like home when we're here
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December 8
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He's getting worse...;
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January 19
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We buried our son today
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Our youngest child
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And while his death was ugly
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We must not
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Let it scare us from God
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Abundant grace has restored him
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A brand new body
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And set him free from the torture
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Finally rid of the cancer
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Before the moment he left
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He briefly wrested from death
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Suddenly opened his eyes
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Said, "I see everything"
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"I see everything"
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And I will never forget it
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The peace and the comfort
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You displayed through a pain
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That I can only imagine
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The loss of a child
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To the torture of cancer
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Help me
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'Cause I can only imagine
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How you recovered
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Kept your faith
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And held the brightness of life
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Inside the smile of a child
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You had to bury
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And I will never forget him
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Or your steadfast faith
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No I will never forget you
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Now six or seven years later
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I'm devoid of all faith
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I am empty of comfort
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And I am weary of waiting
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Though I've felt nowhere what you have
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I see nothing at all
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Though I've felt nowhere what he did
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My eyes are closed
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______________________
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Name I See Everything
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Artist La Dispute
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Album Wildlife
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