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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Gentle Hand Father take me by the hand Oh please father for once leave me where I stand With my deep footprints that tarnished the land Let me stay in this place Don’t make haste I can’t take another look at your teary eyed face Looking dead on me Standing in front of you I meet my reflection I don’t want to see Thick blood stains my hands as I stand under you I want you gone but there is not much more I can do Love so strong it counteracts me My worth is changing and you’re forcing me to see You wrote words of such strong meaning I am on a teeter-totter swinging One minute I am up with you out of the drowning wave Next minute I am back going down into the grave I am too young and immature to go through your change My weary feet don’t have much range Don’t keep dragging me along It feels wrong But most of the feeling is deep inside Leave me please; this feeling I can’t describe I take a walk among the trees Your creation is grabbing my shoulders trying to bring me to my knees God don’t you understand? A long time ago I let go of your hand!... I am a fire Blazing through your forest that is a little tired Erupting all sober I am dying again all over I am just a miserable sight Trying to cover your light That you ignited in me I counted 1, 2, 3 But I am still here Your hand is back and near Now I try to hide myself with fear It’s too late I meet your teary eyes; this time it was fate For the last time your gentle hand grabs mine And I feel fine
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