[00:15.42]He had a black book wrapped in his little hands
[00:20.14]Its binding was frayed with age
[00:23.47]It kept his heart held safe when the backs of his hands seemed strange
[00:31.48]He knew that top shelf better than he knew himself
[00:35.69]It gave him strength to face the day
[00:39.56]But then he lost his pride when his mother died
[00:44.12]And as the church bells rang, still he sang
[00:48.86]“Hallelujah” to everyone
[00:52.74]“Hallelujah” like never before
[00:56.77]“Hallelujah” to all of the memories that made him miss her more
[01:19.58]A couple years went by before he said goodbye
[01:24.10]And the pages continued to turn
[01:27.58]He had them memorized, every single line
[01:32.06]That his mother had taught him to sing
[01:34.98]And it sounded like
[01:36.67]“Hallelujah” to everyone
[01:40.74]“Hallelujah” like never before
[01:44.66]“Hallelujah” to all of the shining seas
[01:50.04]And all of their shining shores
[01:53.55]And when the image of his mother is gracing his sleeping thoughts
[01:59.50]In the morning he wakes and prays all the things that he dreamt of
[02:07.59]All because he never once thought of happiness as compromising his fears
[02:15.49]Some day he’ll love again and all the lessons she taught him then will appear
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