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(Friday, December 4, 2009) The fourth of December (can't run from what I remember) My dad called home— No, my heavenly Father called my dad on the telephone Ring ring—ring ring-- and he answered, he picked up that phone He knew who was calling, and he went right on home Left us alone, on earth in this hell But the memory of the only father I knew Causes tears in my eyes to well Yea, I know that where he is is even better Than the storms we who are left here are left here to weather However, I remain with my face towards my angels in the sky Because I am hardened, and I am lonely, but I have no more tears to cry.
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May 28, 2010
May 28, 2010 at 10:57 AM UTC
Telephone Call
(Friday, December 4, 2009) The fourth of December (can't run from what I remember) My dad called home— No, my heavenly Father called my dad on the telephone Ring ring—ring ring-- and he answered, he picked up that phone He knew who was calling, and he went right on home Left us alone, on earth in this hell But the memory of the only father I knew Causes tears in my eyes to well Yea, I know that where he is is even better Than the storms we who are left here are left here to weather However, I remain with my face towards my angels in the sky Because I am hardened, and I am lonely, but I have no more tears to cry.
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May 28, 2010
May 28, 2010 at 10:57 AM UTC
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