He knew the difference between
Right and wrong long before I came a long
.
When I' done wrong
He could just look at me
And make me cry .
He had a saddle cinch
Hanging on the kitchen wall .
He would use it on my back side
To teach me from right and wrong .
There was always dying love in daddy's hands
.
He knew how to set me on the straight and narrow
.
He knew how to lift me up
When ever I needed to be .
He knew how to help me feel good to be me
.
By Brock
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