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I met with a man one night and this is what he said,
"You seem to have lost your vision, you're living in your head."
I looked into His eyes, intrigued but not surprised, he seemed to hold a smile though I didn't quite know why.
He asked me to take a walk, get away so we could talk
His eyes were kind and warm though his shirt was old and torn
He began to tell me my heart, he knew I had fallen apart and how I was not strong, that I'd stopped singing my song
I looked up at his face and then began to weep. "How do you know me so well? Who are you to me?"
He took me by the hand, drew a picture in the sand. He knew of all my strife cos' he'd been there my whole life
He promised all my pain would be turned around for gain. We stood at the water's edge as it began to rain
He spoke of many stories that I went through as I grew but he always saw it different to what I thought I knew
He told me it was him, that brought me through the night, it was him that gave protection in the midst of the terrible fight.
That he was the one who held me up in times that I was sad
I asked him again, "Who are you?"
He said "I am your Dad."