<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=51113" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song For The Fisherman</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There were thousands of days<br>as we traveled down North Road,<br>and I remember my uncle on his last day,<br>and how I would kill to shake his hand again.<br>And on goes the battle of years upon years.<br>My father's eyes bring me solace,<br>and his look of focus I try to instill.<br>As my Mother reads as an example<br>of strength beyond strength,<br>and with her I became me.<br>There are two girls<br>with whome i've known longer than anyone,<br>and my debt to them is Lifetime.<br>The gathering of boys I rely on,<br>know exactly who they are<br>And I will build their protecting with bloody hands.<br>Some were dealt knuckles and some delivered kissesm<br>but initially my heart was in the right place.<br>There are times when being engulfed by mountains<br>are the only signs of safety I know.<br>And I realize I think this way out of neglection<br>and at the exact thought I reclaim those days of scenery.<br>There are places like the bluffs in Kasilof<br>and the gravel pits in Sand Lake,<br>that most of us will never forget.<br>Those are the things I wanted to speak of,<br>those are the things that I dream about,<br>Those are the things that I will definately die with,<br>and this is the song for the fisherman.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by 36 Crazyfists - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=51113" data-title="Song For The Fisherman" data-description="There were thousands of days as we traveled down North Road, and I remember my uncle on his last day, and how I would kill to shake his hand again. And on goes the battle of years upon years. My father's eyes bring me solace, and his look of focus..."></div> </div> </div>

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