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The story which follows will tell of the love and sacrifice a father made for his children. I hope you will be compelled and even driven to feel this same love as we journey together down the winding lane of the heart.
A story to tell
A story to told
will weave with the thread
through the heart not the head
The words enter the head
but fill the heart
they warm the heart
they stretch the heart
they burst out of the heart
driving the hands
Fruit is seen
it's color true
then is tasted
by another who
spins a thread
through lips of red
the purple robe is made a-new
If you know the story, tell it.
If you don’t then ask and I will tell it to you.
will weave with the thread
through the heart not the head
The words enter the head
but fill the heart
they warm the heart
they stretch the heart
they burst out of the heart
driving the hands
Fruit is seen
it's color true
then is tasted
by another who
spins a thread
through lips of red
the purple robe is made a-new
If you know the story, tell it.
If you don’t then ask and I will tell it to you.
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