[CYNTHIA]
All that I’ve thought about is how hard he would slam that bedroom door
Every night after dinner
Wild-eyed and weary, from all those nights of fighting a war
Where no one was the winner
The missing pills from the medicine cabinet
The missing kid found passed out in the park
All those demons that he wouldn’t let up, that kept dragging him on through the dark
But there were moments
He had moments
With a little bit of light
In those moments
He was happy
He was trying still to fight
And maybe the battle he fought wasn’t won
But at least there were days when he let the light in
In those moments
A little bit of light

[CYNTHIA, spoken]
I don't remember the last time I heard him laugh

[EVAN, spoken]
Well uh- we used to laugh all the time

[CYNTHIA, spoken]
You did!?
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