We are a fragile people on the verge of sopor One breath from death or greatness Depending upon which way we roll My son rolled this morning and took a tumble But I caught him as he fell from our bed Jeff wasn't as lucky, and now he's dead It was cancer that made his body crumble He fought hard but the disease took control And it killed him while my son lives to progress And experience this life, this mist, this vapor
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