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Where are you
Are you hiding somewhere
Cowardly and ashamed
Do you even have the decency to be ashamed?
Are you were dead or alive?
Are you hiding with your money
Someone knows, but they won't tell me

My precious little baby
Wanted to hang flyers to find you
And it broke my heart
to tell him that
I didn't think you wanted to be found
He seemed to really understand
Which is a lot more than I can say for you

Joyfully I watch him run
Everything else - somewhat numb
My sole desire is to bring him joy
And to help him find
Joy on his own

I stumble through each day
Falling over
my own good intentions
Blame and regret already in less that 9 years!
Got to stop it but don't know how
I'm grey and weak
Ineffectual
Trying to teach things I know little about
Feeling like a hypocrite when I try too hard
Feeling like a looser when I can't try anymore

Old and tired
is how my reflection defines me
Does he
see me this way too?
Forgetful and stressed
This wasn't the plan
Two poor and lonely little idiots
With their illness and stuffed animals and dirty rug
As their only companions
I try to lift him up
as high as I can
It's not high enough

Hallelujah

Parted soul to the eye
In the parted sky.
Good-bye, my friend,
To the ends of the cosmos fly,
Unbound by weighed-down body,
Silver cords losing their grip
As your soul takes a trip
To all-knowing Grace;
A race through space
To chase the moon.
"Gone too soon," they'll say,
"oh why, oh why?"

My cheeks are dry
As I reach up high
And cry
"Hallelujah"

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