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R    R    R O  O  O   P  P  P    EEE    Our   Tiny Hands   Would     Grasp        The      Colorful       Intertwined          Threads as            It keeps us             All together.                Our small frail                  Faces grow and                    The rope now fades                       To brown becoming                         Strength and freedom                           Scaling mountains tall                               And high. The rope                               Is now saving the life                                Of the man who slips                                 Or falls. It's amazing                                How this small dusty                                Rope, the one sitting                                 Thrown in the corner                              The one that saves that                         Mans life when tied                     Into a circle loses the                 Meaning of life. It now              Becomes a noose to              Escape from your           Dark days. That       Same lifeline   Now an end To life. Now Take that Rope and Twirl it high Above your Head watch It become a Game, and a    Challenge full      Of fun rope the        Cows and grab your          Friends which this rope            Let's you catch. Now add              A second circle and the                 Cowboy tool becomes a                    Bow to tie your loves                      Precious gift and teach                        A child to work their shoe                           Change the bow into a                            Knot and it becomes                          Your undoing, tying you                      Back holding your hands                   As you struggle with                Your strenghth. It's            Amazing how a       worthless string Of twisted twine Becomes our Entire lives Saving them Holding them   Tying them     Ending them       Cheering them         And keeping them          To some it is a     Collection of strings Twisted to form a Strong enough Rope. To me They are the Strings of life Put together to Form our stories   R R R O  O  O P   P    P E   E     E
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Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 3:55 PM UTC
Strings of Life
R    R    R O  O  O   P  P  P    EEE    Our   Tiny Hands   Would     Grasp        The      Colorful       Intertwined          Threads as            It keeps us             All together.                Our small frail                  Faces grow and                    The rope now fades                       To brown becoming                         Strength and freedom                           Scaling mountains tall                               And high. The rope                               Is now saving the life                                Of the man who slips                                 Or falls. It's amazing                                How this small dusty                                Rope, the one sitting                                 Thrown in the corner                              The one that saves that                         Mans life when tied                     Into a circle loses the                 Meaning of life. It now              Becomes a noose to              Escape from your           Dark days. That       Same lifeline   Now an end To life. Now Take that Rope and Twirl it high Above your Head watch It become a Game, and a    Challenge full      Of fun rope the        Cows and grab your          Friends which this rope            Let's you catch. Now add              A second circle and the                 Cowboy tool becomes a                    Bow to tie your loves                      Precious gift and teach                        A child to work their shoe                           Change the bow into a                            Knot and it becomes                          Your undoing, tying you                      Back holding your hands                   As you struggle with                Your strenghth. It's            Amazing how a       worthless string Of twisted twine Becomes our Entire lives Saving them Holding them   Tying them     Ending them       Cheering them         And keeping them          To some it is a     Collection of strings Twisted to form a Strong enough Rope. To me They are the Strings of life Put together to Form our stories   R R R O  O  O P   P    P E   E     E
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Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 3:55 PM UTC
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