A.B.G. Every generation Blames the one before And all of their frustrations Come beating on your door... Its too late when we die To admit we dont see eye to eye.... So we open up a quarrel Between the present and the past We only sacrifice the future Its the bitterness that lasts... ...It may have a new perspective On a different day And if you dont give up, and dont give in You may just be O.K.... I wasnt there that morning When my Father passed away I didnt get to tell him All the things I had to say...
Posted on: Fri, 05 Dec 2014 08:35:56 +0000
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