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My Rock The rock in my life she took it all her pain well hidden tears threatining to fall Through years of abuse, she continued to raise her family and one day, I just a lad of ten She asked this of me "Son should we stay her, or should we fly away far from this evil we live with night and day?" I told her we must go for we will not survive in a house with a devil that keeps such ahte alive Soon we were on the road To a place that we may cope away from such evil where there may be new hope That was many years ago And my rock in life is now ill So God I ask you please help her make that final hill. TEA BV 4-7-00 |
Additional Notes:
The evil and the devil...the devil was thr whiskey and the evil was from the Father who possesed it.
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