Gather round me children
Listen to my words
It's not about, the where and when
But armor, you should gird
Youth is indestructible
That's what the young will think
Souls and hearts not corruptible
By sins, deeds, flesh, and drink
Forever is the stain of the past
Kept in all the memories
Some misshapen and miscast
Arrayed in mental armories
Don't let your love be bitter bled
Do better than I, my daughter, son
Do the things that I have said
And not the things I've done
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 10:31 AM UTC
Gather round me children
Listen to my words
It's not about, the where and when
But armor, you should gird
Youth is indestructible
That's what the young will think
Souls and hearts not corruptible
By sins, deeds, flesh, and drink
Forever is the stain of the past
Kept in all the memories
Some misshapen and miscast
Arrayed in mental armories
Don't let your love be bitter bled
Do better than I, my daughter, son
Do the things that I have said
And not the things I've done
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