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I know a young child who swallowed his words

I don't know why he swallowed the words

To speak one day?

I hope he'll try

I know a young child who swallowed his pride

That wriggled and jiggled and tickled inside

He swallowed the pride to hide the words

But I don't know why he swallowed the words

To speak one day?

I hope he'll try

I know a young child who swallowed some doubt

How absurd to swallow some doubt

He swallowed the doubt to accompany the pride

That wriggled and jiggled and tickled inside

He swallowed the pride to hide the words

But I don't know why he swallowed the words

To speak one day?

I hope he'll try

I know a young child who swallowed his faith

Imagine that. He swallowed his faith

He swallowed his faith to chase the doubt

He swallowed the doubt to catch the pride

That wriggled and jiggled and tickled inside

He swallowed the pride to hide the words

But I don't know why he swallowed his words

To speak one day?

I hope he'll try

I know a young child who swallowed some pain

It makes me insane that he swallowed pain

He swallowed the pain 'cause he lost his faith

He swallowed the faith to chase the doubt

He swallowed the doubt to catch the pride

That wriggled and jiggled and tickled inside

He swallowed the pride to catch the words

But I don't know why he swallowed the words

To speak one day?

I hope he'll try

I know a sweet mama whose son swallowed her whole

Opened his throat and down she did go

He swallowed his mom to help fight the pain

He swallowed the pain 'cause he lost his faith

He swallowed the faith to chase the doubt

He swallowed the doubt to catch the pride

That wriggled and jiggled and tickled inside

He swallowed the pride to catch the words

But I don't know why he swallowed the words

To speak one day?

I hope he'll try

I know a sweet mama whose son does now speak

And that's thanks to his mother who is the antithesis of weak

When he swallowed his mom to help fight the pain --

the pain that he swallowed 'cause he lost his faith

the faith that he swallowed to chase the doubt

the doubt that he swallowed to catch the pride that wriggled and jiggled and tickled inside,

and that pride he swallowed to catch the words --

his mama found those words and gave them to him, and she continues to help him use them

EVERY.

SINGLE.

DAY.

I know an incredible mom who in the eyes of her child is such an admirable force.

She's alive and well, of course.