MorningSide*
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The old man died and no one cried

They simply turned away

And when he died

He left a table made of nails and pride

And with his hands , he carved these words inside

'For My Children'


Morning light , Morning bright

I spent the night with dreams that make you weep

Morning time , wash away the sadness from these eyes of mine

For I recall the words an old man signed

'For My Children'


And the legs were shaped with his hands and the top made of oaken wood

And the children that sat around his table

Touched it with their laughter

Ah , and that was good

Morningside


An old man died and no one cried

He surely died alone, truth is sad

For not a child would claim the gift he had

The words he carved became his epitaph

'For My Children'

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