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Sunday, July 06, 2003

July 6, 2003

While he was dying

The same night we broke the rules
The same night we swam in the dark
And laughed out loud
And kept the neighbors from sleeping
That same night a young man died
Drowned in that very lake
He could have been one of us
He could have been our friend

The same nigh we breathed in hot air
And complained about it
The same night we went to sleep only to wake up in the morning
That same night he breathed his last
Alone and afraid of death
He could have been a nobody
He could have saved the world

And we laughed in our ignorant bliss
We revelled in the freedom of our youth
And we slept like we were safe as could be
While the God who protected us called him home

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