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The poor man's son inherits kindness which with all others level stands Then asks the outcast bless his door to share the fruit of his two hands

A life spent cowering from pain will leave you so aching inside The gift you'd miss, from life's sweet kiss knowing you never even tried

A life spent cowering from pain will leave you so aching inside The gift you'd miss, from life's sweet kiss knowing you never even tried

But then I gaze upon my child with the strength and the fire to fight I think of when I was so wild I shunned the day and loved the night

I am my father’s son after all. To my father I raise a glass and say "Goodnight Dad thank you for my life"

I might be just a lost soul if not for the life we share For all the times that I have failed it's as wonder that you still care

May these blessing bring us all closer to one another.

"Only one soul had made it out and lived through that horrible day" "You know" she said, “they went to bed that same night that they passed a..

It had been six years to the day from that beautiful afternoon As there he knelt, hoping she felt as he had 'neath the harvest moon

We soaked the torch in gasoline lit that baby and let it burn “Oh yeah” we said, “they'll soon be dead” as we each torched ..