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It was fifteen years ago,
as his father filled out the form.
In the middle of July,
when little Timmy was born.
And later on that month,
his grand parents by plane.
Came to see Timmy,
but that night there was rain.
So they never quite got there,
to see their grand son.
As their plane went down,
and they where never heard from.

Little Timmy, Little Timmy,
not the once did you complain.
Through all of the sorrows,
tears and the pain.
Little Timmy, Little Timmy,
on your parade there’s rain.
And why everyone leaves you,
no one has explained.

It was a few years later,
Timmy was almost four.
When his parents were fighting,
and his mother went out the door.
Yes she got in the car,
on that miserable night.
And as the rain poured down,
she drove out of sight.
All the police report said,
was she went off the road.
Exactly what happen,
Timmy was never told.

Little Timmy, Little Timmy,
not the once did you complain.
Through all of the sorrows,
tears and the pain.
Little Timmy, Little Timmy,
on your parade there’s rain.
And why everyone leaves you,
no one has explained.

At the age of twelve,
death came calling again.
And this time Timmy lost,
his very best friend.
It was on yet another stormy night,
as lighting struck their home.
And the poor little child,
was there all alone.
Like Timmy he was twelve,
and Johnny was his name.
His house burned to the ground,
and he died in the flame.

Little Timmy, Little Timmy,
not the once did you complain.
Through all of the sorrows,
tears and the pain.
Little Timmy, Little Timmy,
on your parade there’s rain.
And why everyone leaves you,
no one has explained.

It was a few years after,
the death of his pal.
When Timmy got sick,
and wasn’t doing so well.
Now every night as he falls asleep,
he hears his father crying.
They are tears of pain and sorrow,
for little Timmy’s dying.
And during that final day,
his father already a little shaken.
Burst into tears,
when Timmy would awaken.

Little Timmy, Little Timmy,
not the once did you complain.
Through all of the sorrows,
tears and the pain.
Little Timmy, Little Timmy,
on your parade there’s rain.
And why everyone leaves you,
no one has explained.

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