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A look at our certain future!

Life in the Midwest reminds me of Johnny Cash and "Sunday Morning Coming Down"

For Julie who was a beauty like no other.

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

Oh please just let me be gracious and smile when the day draws near Then wish him well, as time will tell if I can overcome my fear

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"

So walk the streets of the lonely with no bed to lay your brow Push along the cart you call home of the fate you disavow