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My duty in this life is clear pass love from the child within me Along with prayers from those that died for all the hopes of things to be

An autumn robbed by winters chill Makes way for loveless cold The winter flakes upon my sill Tell this young man he is old

By taking life what do we gain rendering us all one has owned Do we inherit sorrowed pain for our own failure to have grown

Seek the heart as long you search wrap it tight in Love's embrace be mindful to it's needs and wants keep it clothed in silk and lace

They walked with me most of my life watered my soul to grow loves seed Bore my pains within their own breasts through the times of my deepest need ..

Where your heart becomes a cannon spit iron on the whale Follow him through perdition's flame then live to tell the tale

It matters not to me the end nor to what ailment I succumb Just shine a star to guide my life help those in need to not grow numb

Our minds are what capture and keep good and painful thoughts that abound Should we choose to tolerate them bad times will be our only sound

Therein lies the conundrum which we know our hearts to command Now it will be for us to see how well the ship of life be manned

How wondrous the child like mind who dreamed of immortality He'd leave his mark upon this world that never knew morality