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Before the light
Touches the ground
On the floor
My feet are found
Within this house
All else asleep
Unknown to them
The pain I keep
An unseen force
That drives my way
Work, Work, Work
No time for play
My memory reaches
Back to a place
My father worked
And kept the pace
Empty birthdays
Lonely days
Months, then years
All a haze
Christmas came
Christmas went
On each of us
Nothing spent
Sock and shoes
Tape did bind
Resentment built
Within my mind
As I grew
A drive instilled
Within my hart
Now is willed
Never to see
My children hurt
Or live like me
Feet on dirt
I stand up
My bones they creak
My back still sore
My muscles weak
Then back down
Upon my knees
Thank you God
And would you please
Bless this day
Make me strong
To give them all
My heart has longed
Through this house
I kiss each cheek
Bless them Lord
For they are meek
Into the light
On my lips a smirk
And as always
I go to work
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