these rings part With years spent hanging on your every word Caving in and letting roots take hold Beating this to death has gotten old I will turn my
ADAM All that I had to give, I gave that boy Once he was young and once he brought my heart such joy He'd ride my shoulders and 'cross the fields we'
he shakes my hand and says his name is Micky Kyte His body language demanded respect Anger painted his eyes Known on the ends for his vicious ways Looks intimidating but he's all blessed Worn out
