Daniel broke the king's decree, Peter stepped from the ship to the sea there was hope for Job like a cut down tree, I hope that there's such hope for me dust be on my mind's conceptions and anything I thought I knew each word of my lips' description, and on all that I compare to You the preference of the sun was to the south side of the farm I planted to the north in a terra-cotta pot blind as I'd become, I used to wonder where you are- these days I can't find where you're not!
mine's been a yard carefully surgace level tended foxes burrowed underground my gardening so highly self-recommended, what could I have done but let you down?
the sun and the moon, I want to see both worlds as One!
mine's been a vivid story, dimly remembered and by the hundredth time it's told, halfway true of bad behavior well engendered what good is each good thing we think we do?
find a friend and stay close and with a melting heart tell them whatever you're most ashamed of- our parents have made so many mistakes, but may we forgive them and forgive ourselves