<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=58287" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Fathers House</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Last night I dreamed that I was a child<br>Out where the pines grow wild and tall<br>I was trying to make it home through the forest<br>Before the darkness falls<br>I heard the wind rustling through the trees<br>And ghostly voices rose from the fields<br>I ran with my heart pounding down that broken path<br>With the devil snappin at my heels<br>I broke through the trees, and there in the night<br>My fathers house stood shining hard and bright<br>The branches and brambles tore my clothes and scratched my arms<br>But I ran till I fell, shaking in his arms<br>I awoke and I imagined the hard things that pulled us apart<br>Will never again, sir, tear us from each others hearts<br>I got dressed, and to that house I did ride<br>From out on the road, I could see its windows shining in light<br>I walked up the steps and stood on the porch<br>A woman I didnt recognize came and spoke to me through a chained door<br>I told her my story, and who Id come for<br>She said Im sorry, son, but no one by that name lives here anymore<br>My fathers house shines hard and bright<br>It stands like a beacon calling me in the night<br>Calling and calling, so cold and alone<br>Shining 'cross this dark highway where our sins lie unatoned</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Bruce Springsteen - <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=58287" data-title="My Fathers House" data-description="Last night I dreamed that I was a child Out where the pines grow wild and tall I was trying to make it home through the forest Before the darkness falls I heard the wind rustling through the trees And ghostly voices rose from the fields I ran with..."></div> </div> </div>

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