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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