| Song | I See Everything |
| Artist | La Dispute |
| Album | Wildlife |
| Like any morning of my junior year I stumble in the classroom late but this day I see | |
| Faces, I feel an air like a funeral, like a wake, as I sit dow. | |
| My teacher speaking, somewhat somberly, but still confident and calm. | |
| Part eulogy, her speech, and part poem, part celebration song. | |
| Her warmth and smile, she passes photocopies out to us of entries from a journal | |
| Kept so long ago. She starts to read and suddenly it’s 1980. | |
| March 5-The cancer is furious but our son is resilient, | |
| we have all the faith we’ll get through this no matter what the end. | |
| Treatments are violent but he keeps on smiling. | |
| It’s amazing finding joy in the little things. | |
| April 12-Andrew’s appetites improved and we thank God everyday. | |
| But still it’s hard sometimes to see him in that scarecrow frame. | |
| July 9-There’s a suffering when I look in his eyes. He’s been through so much. | |
| We’ve all been through so much but what incredible resolve our little boy shows, | |
| only 7, standing face to face with death. | |
| He said it’s easy to find people who have suffered worse than him. | |
| “Like Jesus, suffered worse than anyone,” he told me last night, “when God abandoned him.” | |
| September 20-We’ve been playing in the yard lately and spirits are high | |
| although his blood counts aren’t. | |
| October 14-He feels tired all the time. | |
| November 30-At the hospital again. It feels like home when we’re here. | |
| December 8-He’s getting worse. | |
| January 19-We buried our son today, our youngest child, | |
| and while his death was ugly we must not let it scare us from God. | |
| Abundant grace has restored him. A brand new body. | |
| And set him free from the torture, finally rid of the cancer. | |
| Before the moment he left he briefly wrested from death, suddenly opened his eyes, said, | |
| “I SEE EVERYTHING. I SEE EVERYTHING.” | |
| And I will never forget it, the peace and the comfort you displayed through a pain | |
| that I can only imagine. The loss of a child to the torture of cancer. Help me. | |
| Because I can only imagine how you recovered, | |
| kept your faith and held the brightness of life inside the smile of a child you had to bury. | |
| And I will never forget him or your steadfast faith. | |
| No, I will never forget you. Now six or seven years later, I’m devoid of all faith. | |
| I am empty of comfort and I am weary of waiting. | |
| Though I’ve felt nowhere what you have, I see nothing at all. | |
| Though I’ve felt nowhere what he did, my eyes are closed. |
| Like any morning of my junior year I stumble in the classroom late but this day I see | |
| Faces, I feel an air like a funeral, like a wake, as I sit dow. | |
| My teacher speaking, somewhat somberly, but still confident and calm. | |
| Part eulogy, her speech, and part poem, part celebration song. | |
| Her warmth and smile, she passes photocopies out to us of entries from a journal | |
| Kept so long ago. She starts to read and suddenly it' s 1980. | |
| March 5The cancer is furious but our son is resilient, | |
| we have all the faith we' ll get through this no matter what the end. | |
| Treatments are violent but he keeps on smiling. | |
| It' s amazing finding joy in the little things. | |
| April 12Andrew' s appetites improved and we thank God everyday. | |
| But still it' s hard sometimes to see him in that scarecrow frame. | |
| July 9There' s a suffering when I look in his eyes. He' s been through so much. | |
| We' ve all been through so much but what incredible resolve our little boy shows, | |
| only 7, standing face to face with death. | |
| He said it' s easy to find people who have suffered worse than him. | |
| " Like Jesus, suffered worse than anyone," he told me last night, " when God abandoned him." | |
| September 20We' ve been playing in the yard lately and spirits are high | |
| although his blood counts aren' t. | |
| October 14He feels tired all the time. | |
| November 30At the hospital again. It feels like home when we' re here. | |
| December 8He' s getting worse. | |
| January 19We buried our son today, our youngest child, | |
| and while his death was ugly we must not let it scare us from God. | |
| Abundant grace has restored him. A brand new body. | |
| And set him free from the torture, finally rid of the cancer. | |
| Before the moment he left he briefly wrested from death, suddenly opened his eyes, said, | |
| " I SEE EVERYTHING. I SEE EVERYTHING." | |
| And I will never forget it, the peace and the comfort you displayed through a pain | |
| that I can only imagine. The loss of a child to the torture of cancer. Help me. | |
| Because I can only imagine how you recovered, | |
| kept your faith and held the brightness of life inside the smile of a child you had to bury. | |
| And I will never forget him or your steadfast faith. | |
| No, I will never forget you. Now six or seven years later, I' m devoid of all faith. | |
| I am empty of comfort and I am weary of waiting. | |
| Though I' ve felt nowhere what you have, I see nothing at all. | |
| Though I' ve felt nowhere what he did, my eyes are closed. |