Running in place as he sings another song, little Alex, singing in his quiet, shy voice, happy to be recognized for who he is, and doing what he loves in this world.
A wonderful spirit, taking it's place in the annals of future history, giving himself the confidence needed to get along in this life.
Blooming in his young days, fulfilling God's promise through his essential essence in a purpose found early in life.
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