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A Rose In A Field Of Weeds (Dad)
Their once stood proud and tall,
In the midst of it all,
A tall red Rose for all to see,
one red Rose in a field of weeds.
The Rose says he cannot sing,
But can you hear his voice in the breeze.
We hear his song what a lovely sound,
Hes so unique from all around.
That little song he loves to sing
It makes us dance in harmony.
I heard him say he cannot paint,
but did you see the beauty in his ink?
It makes the world a better place
to see the sky lite up his face.
He thinks too that he's not smart,
I love his advice ...