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A boy runs up the street tonight
Not sure where to go this time
Just like the night before

A mother weeps on the stairs alone
Holding a daughter who breathes
One last time, before she dies

Be patient, for the end is coming
Hold on, for the end is near
Night will become day again

A man can’t look in his family’s eyes
After finding paper made of pink
In an envelope with his name

A child glances back one more time
To see the house slowly vanish
No longer a room of her own

Be still, for peace is near you
Hold on for peace is here
The sun will shine again

The son looks down a winding road
He lived on so many years ago
Regretting choices he made

The daughter holds back saline tears
With sorrow from countless years
Of never letting the pain go

Look up, for grace is near you
Hold on to grace right here
Right where you fell down

A child sees up ahead of him
A Man standing further on
Eyes set ablaze like fire

The broken ones taken by a hand
Unseen by many mortal men
Rest easy the weary heart

For those choosing a different path
That is much narrow for a road
This journey has an end

For soon their soul will be whole
And sin will be here no more
For then they will be home