The songs and the stories of childhood
Made me who I am today
And if I could thank you then I would
For lighting the path that I take
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Gave
Your numinous prose
The verse and the line
The depths of your mind
Slowly composed
For you at the time
But the meaning implied
Spoke to my soul
And taught me to hope
To love and to hold
On
A powerful message of justice
Or an eloquent verse for just one
Through them I came to know what love is
To find couragе when I had none
And who would’ve showеd me how
Without
Your numinous prose
The verse and the line
The depths of your mind
Slowly composed
For you at the time
But the meaning implied
Spoke to my soul
And taught me to hope
To love and to hold
On
Your numinous prose
The verse and the line
The depths of your mind
Slowly composed
For you at the time
But the meaning implied
Spoke to my soul
And taught me to hope
To love and to hold
Your, luminous, ruminous, numerous, beautiful moments
Inscribed all your rage, your lust and your pain
The words that you wrote
You spilled on the page, the works that you made
Found me waiting
The stories you told, by stanza and note
Made me who I am today
And if I could thank you then I would
For lighting the path that I take
Expression committed to page
Gave
Your numinous prose
The verse and the line
The depths of your mind
Slowly composed
For you at the time
But the meaning implied
Spoke to my soul
And taught me to hope
To love and to hold
On
A powerful message of justice
Or an eloquent verse for just one
Through them I came to know what love is
To find couragе when I had none
And who would’ve showеd me how
Without
Your numinous prose
The verse and the line
The depths of your mind
Slowly composed
For you at the time
But the meaning implied
Spoke to my soul
And taught me to hope
To love and to hold
On
Your numinous prose
The verse and the line
The depths of your mind
Slowly composed
For you at the time
But the meaning implied
Spoke to my soul
And taught me to hope
To love and to hold
Your, luminous, ruminous, numerous, beautiful moments
Inscribed all your rage, your lust and your pain
The words that you wrote
You spilled on the page, the works that you made
Found me waiting
The stories you told, by stanza and note
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