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Our days lit by constant sunshine strength in numbers was our design In hand me downs we ran through town with baseball bat and ball of twine

In a moment the lonely sound fell heavy on every mans ear As the truth echoed from the ground even the boldest shook to hear

Coming home from where I had been retracing steps from here to there Has brought my life full circle now bringing back the lessons I share

it is such a strange thing to be human

I walked the earth so emboldened in my brazen younger days That I missed chances so golden for the poor error of my ways

So like the ebb and flow of tide life's joys and sorrows surrender To the never ending song of love we both give as much as we render

If insight be what you lack then son take it all from me I shall give it to you freely in hopes that you may see

My life has been a voyage from start to finish.

Where grass and bending flowers Grew once like the weeds The field empty and barren For lack of sowing seeds

The happy chimes of the baseball field like notes from far flung rain Carry us back to our childhood reliving the laughter and the pain.