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From Me to YouMama used to pray, each and ev’ry day for us to get byWe barely stayed fed, cos Dad’s daily bread was a jug of ryeBut even now my forehead feels her nightly kissAnd somehow it makes me wonder how far it isFrom me to youAnd the miles between my faith and what’s really trueOr is what I see when I close my eyes just a point of viewAnd if I question where I’m really going toDoes it matter if all roads lead from me to youDo you call each of us, to darkness and dust or is that chance’s faultAnd maybe down the line, I’ll take the sands of time with a grain of saltBut for now I’ll damn the rising of the dawnCos my Dad’s still here but poor Mama’s goneFrom me to youAnd the miles between my faith and what’s really trueOr is what I see when I close my eyes just a point of viewIf I wonder where I’m really going toDoes it matter if all roads lead from me to youI believe ev’ry beautiful thing I seeIs the gift of your hand from you to meSo even if I feel lost when I prayI know You’re there somewhere and my prayers feel their wayFrom me to youAnd the miles between my faith and what’s really trueBut is what I see when I close my eyes just a point of viewAnd if I wonder where I’m really going toDoes it matter if all roads lead from me to you©2007 Robert George