To my family... Home _________ I grew up on the outskirts with my mom and my dad My brother and sister, in a room with four beds We didn’t have a lot, but what we needed, we had I thanked God for the little things My dad, he worked hard Never less than his best Gave his back to his living, but he gave us the rest He said, “Son, let me tell you, money don’t make the man. It may be the means, but it sure ain’t the end.” Heya Nothing’s the same I say, oh well You know it’s all still the same, in all This is home We grew up, things changed and we all found our niche Had good times, and bad Took a few knocks on the head Get to living so fast that sometimes I forget It comes in a flash, and it’s gone just as quick Heya When everything’s changed I say, oh well You know it’s all still the same, in all This is home
Posted on: Mon, 22 Dec 2014 14:52:07 +0000
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