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Tears and Pickles
When the paper walls of lucidity
 Fold in all around me,
 And when transient moments in time
 Send my fears to an uphill climb,
 And when the torrents of affliction drive me blind,
 And when the words inside escape my mind,
 
 It’s just the way you look at me,
 And I have to say there’s something in my eye.
 In case you don’t know why
 These tears, at full-tilt roll,
 It’s because my veins burn eternal cold.
 Am I dead or might I die,
 If I cannot cry?
 
 That is why I cannot complain
 Even when those little songs you sing
 Plague me beyond insane.
 Because when I cannot cry,
 And there’s no one there to ask me why,
 I sing that song with the annoying rhyme.
 Not because I think I should,
 Because heaven knows I'm no good.
 
 And sometimes you smile,
 To let me know you care,
 Because uncertainty is oft the only burden 
 Too great for me to bear.
 And you never fail to remind
 Of a Savior who knows 
 Even the deepest corners of my mind.
 
 And even though
 You say “let’s roll like pizza dough”,
 And even though
 You eat a pickle louder than anyone I know,
 And even though
 You debate me like a pro,
 And even when
 You look at me like in measures of craziness I’m a ten,
 
 You’ve made me realize
 Who I am in God’s eyes.
 And time won’t let me forget
 Your curious wit
 Or your steadiness
 When I’m a shaking mess.
 
 So let me just say
 I look at tomorrow
 And a hundred years away
 And in the future,
 Come what may,
 I know for certain,
 I won’t forget a single day.
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