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The Box
On the top shelf in the closet,
In the workshop where he spent his extra time
Was a dust wooden box that I had never noticed till that time
And we set on the table and carefully, we opened up the top
And stared into the memory
Daddy kept inside the box
There was a letter from mamma, when she went out to Reno
To help her sister out in 62
And a flower from Hawaii, when they went on vacation
It was the first time that my Daddy ever flew
And the pocket knife I gave to him on Fathers day
Years ago, I thought it had been lost
We all thought his heart was made from solid rock
But that was long before we found the box
I guess we always knew it_but "I love you" was hard for him to say
Some men show it easy and some just never seem to find the way
But that night I began to see the softer side of some I had lost
I saw the love he kept inside the first time we opened up the box
There was a picture that was taken,when he and Mom were dating
Standing by his 1944, and the faded leather Bible, he got when he was baptised
I guess no one understood him like the Lord
And the poem that he had written, about his wife and children
The tender words he spoke were quite a shock
We all thought his heart was made of solid rock
But that was long before we found the box
Yes that was long before we found the box
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Yes that was long before we found the box
But that was long before we found the box
We all thought his heart was made of solid rock
The tender words he spoke were quite a shock
And the poem that he had written, about his wife and children
I guess no one understood him like the Lord
Standing by his 1944, and the faded leather Bible, he got when he was baptised
There was a picture that was taken,when he and Mom were dating
I saw the love he kept inside the first time we opened up the box
But that night I began to see the softer side of some I had lost
Some men show it easy and some just never seem to find the way
I guess we always knew it_but "I love you" was hard for him to say
But that was long before we found the box
We all thought his heart was made from solid rock
Years ago, I thought it had been lost
And the pocket knife I gave to him on Fathers day
It was the first time that my Daddy ever flew
And a flower from Hawaii, when they went on vacation
To help her sister out in 62
There was a letter from mamma, when she went out to Reno
Daddy kept inside the box
And stared into the memory
And we set on the table and carefully, we opened up the top
Was a dust wooden box that I had never noticed till that time
In the workshop where he spent his extra time
On the top shelf in the closet,
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