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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