Thirty Summers - Michael Timmins
    Caught in the vice of heaven and earth

    he turned his life into a cell
    imprisoned by the doubts which hound us all
    and those desires which we all know so well
    His days he lost to promises, his nights he purged of dreams
    and he would wake in the hours before sunrise
    and dread the coming of the day

    Never thought a man could become so desperate
    never thought a life could lose so much hope
    to be tearing at the roots around you
    as if in manacles, or irons, or ropes
    They say he told his children that all he taught was lost
    that love and pride and honesty
    were to be gained at too high a cost

    It's been thirty summers that I've spent with him
    and I expect thirty more to pass
    he has blessed my life in so many ways
    that I could never turn my back
    But I need just one more reminder
    of the man that he used to be
    if he would just look deep into my eyes
    and say it's in you my love that I will find the key

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