Lyrics...

[asoldiersstory]

Warm yourself by the fire, son,
And the morning will come soon.
I’ll tell you stories of a better time,
In a place that we once knew.

Before we packed our bags
And left all this behind us in the dust,
We had a place that we could call home,
And a life no one could touch.

Don’t hold me up now,
I can stand my own ground,
I don’t need your help now,

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Dad's Response

[anonymous]

Number one, I don't think it is crap, and I call it crappolla anyway