[NARRATION]



Looking at his son across the room 

He feared to cross that divide 

But how long could he stay in this dark 

That allows us all to hide 



Is there a wrong so great in life 

That it undoes every good we've ever done 

Is there an act so good it would undo all our wrongs 

Every single one? 



And in putting his whole 

Life into this gesture 

Would failing make it 

Any lesser? 



Then through the window he thought he saw 

In the falling snow so near 

The outline of his son's mother's face 

But then it disappeared 



It was only there for a second 

And a second's not long, but yet 

It was enough to cause that man 

To take that very first step 



And that step was followed by another 

In that room still lit so dim 

And before he realized how far he had gone 

His son was directly in front of him 



Then the father noticed on the windowsill 

An old photo that he long ago had seen 

It was a picture of him and his wife 

When they were both about nineteen 



It was leaning against a folder 

That said "property of the deceased" 

And underneath was his wife's name 

And the date it had been released 



It was obviously her personal possessions 

That had been given to his son 

Because since he had left them all behind 

The child was the only one 



His son must have always kept it with him 

For the folder was weathered and torn 

And he must have gazed at that picture countless times 

For it was also all tattered and worn 



Then his son noticed him standing there 

And from his task looked up 

And then looked at the picture beside him 

And that one look, was enough 



He recognized it was his father 

That was now standing there 

And gave him a smile of pure love and forgiveness 

And of the past, he did not care 



He did not care where he had been 

The whys, the wheres, the hows 

He only cared that his father was there 

Standing by him now 



Then the father turned and walked across the room 

Which by now had lost its distance 

And went to the nearest incubator 

And picked up a trembling infant 



And with the child within his arms 

He returned to his son 

And all the pain within his soul 

At that moment was undone 



And he sat in the rocking chair beside him 

With the life he had retrieved 

And side-by-side together 

They rocked all through that christmas eve 



[O' COME ALL YE FAITHFUL]



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