"But piece by piece, he collected me Up off the ground, where you abandoned things, yeah. Piece by piece, he filled the holes that you burned in me At six years old. And you know, he never walks away, He never asks for money. He takes care of me, he loves me. Piece by piece, he restored my faith That a man can be kind and a father could stay."
January 1, 1970
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