| Keith Raygor | |
| "The Gift" | |
| Upon the hill there lies a patch of softened wintergreen He offers her his only gift to wipe his spirit clean The talisman he holds so near will seem his only hope But shell receive another gift upon that gentle slope The colors on his linen shirt are faded by the sun Hell toil no more in fields of dirt, a new life has begun Shell see the drop upon his hand before she sees his eyes Forgiveness is the only thing that outlives alibies. Walk me down along this winding road Lifes too short to carry this heavy load Ill look for you tomorrow with clear skies overhead And leave behind the sorrow of things best left unsaid. And at the bottom of the hill the others wait to see If healing lives inside the branch that bent the family tree Theyll wrap the gift in leaves that fell before the April sun Forgiveness lies inside the box addressed to everyone |
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