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This moment came for me that is on the morning my son was born When my thoughts turned from mine to his whereby a better man was sworn

We look back to our childhood years the comfort of old friends For all must see, forever we fear how this life must end

A wild filly of a daughter whose never had her spirit broke Who never took to the bridle nor has she bent beneath life's yoke

Some things are better left unsaid best locked in your heart there saved The pain you harbor in your chest is your own, to take to the grave

"Just a poet then?"

God offered me omnipotence by giving me a chance to choose I stood bold stance, and took that chance to ever walk within his shoes

He would not possess jealousy a trait that even men despise Showing each one he is equal within the lord of this worlds eyes

Are we but images made of God his work in labored progress Made from the dust and the sod our one sheer moment of happiness

Bearing for her life's burdens soothes the children of their tears Is the rock all others break upon leaves fond memories are his years

Can any man say he is not beholding to Well from which life flows?