tho I walk through this troubled vale,
I wonder who carries my coffin,
yet I should fly these clouds,
who wears my cloak or the burdens of my family,
after I have fought this battle,
who now carries my armor,sword and shield?
Thank You Father,
I have come with my brothers and sisters,
Thank You Mother,
Your kindness was the death of me...
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where the Angels fear to tread,…
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