The Old Man
Godfather.
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a young man stood in silence as acquisition filled the air
his finger pointed up the hill with confusion in his stare
the old man looked down with wisdom of a thousand year's
he speaks to those who wish to hear.
softly the young man cried My God what am I doing here
who is this old man and why dose he care.
when the morning had come and the stone had rolled away
the old man stood in quiet as magic filled the air
the thunder was the music, a voice for all to hear
a song of dance and tears,
the young man fell
on bended knee's with word's for all far and near
"My Father I am here".
Godfather.
his finger pointed up the hill with confusion in his stare
the old man looked down with wisdom of a thousand year's
he speaks to those who wish to hear.
softly the young man cried My God what am I doing here
who is this old man and why dose he care.
when the morning had come and the stone had rolled away
the old man stood in quiet as magic filled the air
the thunder was the music, a voice for all to hear
a song of dance and tears,
the young man fell
on bended knee's with word's for all far and near
"My Father I am here".
Godfather.
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