Grandma and Grandson Duet SHOCKED Everyone

All I had was you, my lord. Before the pain, before the fall. All I had was you, my lord. Oh my god! Hello. Are you both okay? I'm sorry, but why is he here like this? I'm not here because my grandson can sing. I'm here because he might not get another chance. My name is Margaret. We're from a small town near Chicago. And this little boy holding my hand is my grandson, Elliot. He's six years old, and he's fighting cancer. Two years ago, Elliot used to run faster than anyone in our neighborhood. He raced the dogs, chased butterflies, fell down, got back up, and laughed like nothing in the world could hurt him. Then one morning, he couldn't stand. His legs shook. His hands wouldn't stop trembling. He looked at me and said, Grandma, why is the floor moving? The doctors used words I still hate saying out loud. Aggressive, rare, immediate treatment. They shaved his head before he even knew how to spell his own name. He cried when the hair fell on the pillow. Not because of how he looked, but because his mom used to brush it every night. Elliot's mother, my daughter, she didn't survive the year. Cancer took her first. I still remember the hospital room. Elliot was asleep on my chest when the machines went quiet. I didn't know how to wake him and explain that his world had just ended. So now when Elliot wakes up screaming at night, he doesn't call for mom. He calls for me. There were nights when his fever was so high, I sat on the floor beside his bed, afraid to sleep. Afraid that if I closed my eyes, I might miss his breathing. When chemo made him too weak to play, too tired to eat, too scared to sleep, he asked me one thing. Grandma, will you play for me? I hadn't touched a piano since my husband died. That piano had been silent for years, just like our house. But I said yes, because when everything else is taken from you, you don't say no to a child asking you to stay. Every night Elliot sang the same song. Sometimes he forgot the words. Sometimes his voice cracked halfway through. Sometimes he stopped because he was too tired to finish. But he always tried again. I sat beside him, playing softly, counting every breath like it was a gift. One night he looked at me and asked, Grandma, if I get better, will mom hear me sing? I didn't know what to say, so I just kept playing. Today, this stage is the first place he stood, without hospital walls around him, without tubes in his arms, without doctors telling him to be brave. If his voice shakes, it's not nerves. It's the medicine. If he forgets a line, it's not fear. It's the pain. But if he sings, it's because somewhere inside that small body, there is a boy who refuses to give up. I don't know how much time I have left with my grandson. No one will give me that answer. But I promised him something. No matter how weak he gets, no matter how scared he feels, no matter what happens next, I will always be right beside him. This isn't a performance. This is a promise. Thank you for listening to a six-year-old boy who is still fighting. Best of luck, and we are rooting for you. I learned to walk by holding tight To hands that made the dark feel light Before I knew the word afraid You were the first prayer I ever prayed Then mornings came with silent cries Cold white rooms and tired eyes You kissed my head, said you'd be strong I didn't know you'd soon be gone All I had was you, my lord Before the pain Before the fall All I had was you, my lord You were my breath You were my all Now nights are filled with beeping sounds Battles fall while lying down They say I'm brave, they say I cope But six is young to carry hope Grandma plays the piano low Every note says you are close Her shaking hands still never stop She says you're holding every drop All I had was you, my lord Before the pain Before the fall All I had was you, my lord You were my breath You were my all They took my hair, they took my sleep Some nights it's hard to even breathe I whisper prayers into the dark Hoping you can hear my heart Jesus, see these tired eyes See the fear I try to hide If healing comes, I'll praise your name If not, you're God just the same All I had was you, my lord Before the pain Before the fall All I had was you, my lord You were my breath You were my all If tomorrow brings me life I'll run again beneath the sky If this song is all I leave Let it say I still believe From my first cry to this last song You were there when none were strong I don't need answers, I need truth In life In loss All I had was you, my lord It was you, my lord You were my breath You were my all