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These scars I wear each tell a tale of moments I'll never forget When loves spark, had once left it's mark and the fates had called in their debt Where I fell upon a bottle cut my arm and nearly bled out I hit my head, thought I was dead learned something of what life's about My legs torn by years of abuse racing horses like all my kin I'd go down hard, leaving them scarred the limestone would tear off your skin But these were offerings of note in a life spent chasing ideals Testing extremes, of my own dreams run down more than once by the wheels Son you can't live your life afraid of each danger that comes your way So play the odds, tempt the **** gods rise up and face each new born day When you are but old and feeble with your grandchild upon your knee Tell your stories, of life's glories show him the scars so he can see A life spent cowering from pain will leave you so aching inside The gift you'd miss, from life's sweet kiss knowing you never even tried Tate © 2012 Tate Morgan Written October 25, 2012
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May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 1:55 AM UTC
Lessons For Tate
These scars I wear each tell a tale of moments I'll never forget When loves spark, had once left it's mark and the fates had called in their debt Where I fell upon a bottle cut my arm and nearly bled out I hit my head, thought I was dead learned something of what life's about My legs torn by years of abuse racing horses like all my kin I'd go down hard, leaving them scarred the limestone would tear off your skin But these were offerings of note in a life spent chasing ideals Testing extremes, of my own dreams run down more than once by the wheels Son you can't live your life afraid of each danger that comes your way So play the odds, tempt the **** gods rise up and face each new born day When you are but old and feeble with your grandchild upon your knee Tell your stories, of life's glories show him the scars so he can see A life spent cowering from pain will leave you so aching inside The gift you'd miss, from life's sweet kiss knowing you never even tried Tate © 2012 Tate Morgan Written October 25, 2012
Life isn't easy. It isn't meant to be. But sometimes, just sometimes we reach out and touch the soul of humanity making it all worthwhile
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