his deeds were never published for the public thingshe did were never done for showhis name was never printed in the paperuntil about two days ago he only filed a short form for his taxesno one asked him how he felt about the warhe always had a good word for his neighbornow his good words won’t be heard anymore and through the rain, i heard the choir singing“nearer my god to thee”through the mist i saw some children cryingand i felt nearer my god to thee his table was never full of plentyhis silverware was never the real thingbut the tears on the faces of his familywere just as real as if he been a king preacher said, he’d always been a good manbut preachers always throw that phrase aroundbut the tears i tasted gave his words new meaningwatching old friends puttin’ daddy in the ground and through the rain, i heard the choir singing“nearer my god to thee”through the mist i saw some children cryingand i felt nearer my god to thee nearer my god to theenearer my god to thee i threw my tears and saw some children crying
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