He's running only on what he was fed as a kid
No faith, no kindness, no love to begin There was a time in his life many years before When he could weave stories untold of lands of lore With glittered parchment and a pen of gold Such wondrous epics for all to behold Copyright (c) 2003-2016 Joshua Ransom Packard
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AuthorMy name is Joshua Packard. I am using this site to share my song lyrics and get feedback and suggestions for future song compositions and lyrics Archives
September 2016
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