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For his age, he's wise |
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He's got his mother's eyes |
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There's gladness in his heart |
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He's young and he's wild |
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My only prayer is, if I can't be there, |
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Lord, protect my child |
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As his youth now unfolds |
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He is centuries old |
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See him at play makes me smile |
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No matter what happens to me |
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No matter what my destiny |
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Lord, protect my child |
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While the whole world is asleep |
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You can look at it and weep |
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Few things you find are worthwhile |
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And though I don't ask for much |
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No material things to touch |
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Lord, protect my child |
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He's young and on fire |
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Full of hope and desire |
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In a world that's been raped, raped and defiled |
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If I fall along the way |
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And can't see another day |
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Lord, protect my child |
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There'll be a time I hear tell |
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When all will be well |
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When God and man will be reconciled |
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But until men lose their chains |
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And righteousness reigns |
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Lord, protect my child |
