Down the street where I grew up
My momma used to send me over with things
We struck a friendship up
Spent a few long summers out on his old porch swing
Said he was in the war in the Navy
Lost his wife, lost his baby
I broke down and asked him one time
How ya keep from going crazy?
He said
I'll see my son and wife in just a little while
I asked him what he meant
He looked at me and smiled and said
I raise my hands, bow my head
I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red
They tell me that it's more to life than just what I can see
Oh, I believe
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