I must tell you what I own,
of my great wife, and our great home,
what I do and where I've been,
I must tell you again and again.

In a flash you'll see me go,
always going to and fro,
as I pass you see my face,
the face of one who knows no fear,
Youth in it's 27 year.

I must ask you how you are?
is there anything that you need?
let me help you through the day,
do let me help you on your way,

Remember the home the wife and all,
From that mountain I did fall,
but it was necessary that I did,
for then the truth of life was hid,

So now I'll help you through the days,
For what I am, or have or was,
Needed to get this brutal shove,
so I could see those in need of love.









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