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Looking at his son across the room |
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He feared to cross that divide |
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But how long could he stay in this dark |
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That allows us all to hide |
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Is there a wrong so great in life |
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That it undoes every good we've ever done |
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Is there an act so good it would undo all our wrongs |
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Every single one? |
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And in putting his whole |
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Life into this gesture |
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Would failing make it |
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Any lesser? |
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Then through the window he thought he saw |
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In the falling snow so near |
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The outline of his son's mother's face |
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But then it disappeared |
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It was only there for a second |
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And a second's not long, but yet |
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It was enough to cause that man |
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To take that very first step |
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And that step was followed by another |
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In that room still lit so dim |
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And before he realized how far he had gone |
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His son was directly in front of him |
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Then the father noticed on the windowsill |
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An old photo that he long ago had seen |
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It was a picture of him and his wife |
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When they were both about nineteen |
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It was leaning against a folder |
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That said "property of the deceased" |
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And underneath was his wife's name |
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And the date it had been released |
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It was obviously her personal possessions |
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That had been given to his son |
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Because since he had left them all behind |
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The child was the only one |
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His son must have always kept it with him |
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For the folder was weathered and torn |
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And he must have gazed at that picture countless times |
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For it was also all tattered and worn |
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Then his son noticed him standing there |
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And from his task looked up |
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And then looked at the picture beside him |
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And that one look, was enough |
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He recognized it was his father |
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That was now standing there |
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And gave him a smile of pure love and forgiveness |
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And of the past, he did not care |
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He did not care where he had been |
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The whys, the wheres, the hows |
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He only cared that his father was there |
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Standing by him now |
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Then the father turned and walked across the room |
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Which by now had lost its distance |
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And went to the nearest incubator |
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And picked up a trembling infant |
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And with the child within his arms |
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He returned to his son |
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And all the pain within his soul |
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At that moment was undone |
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And he sat in the rocking chair beside him |
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With the life he had retrieved |
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And side-by-side together |
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They rocked all through that christmas eve[O' COME ALL YE FAITHFUL][Instrumental] |
