Blood Lines
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Blood Lines

How deep does your blood run?
Do you *dare* to feel it rise?
Do you *dare* to rise above?
What is this thing called love...
that time or place or distance
can dain to interfere
With all that life has wrought
and all that love made dear
*Who* is the man and *who* is child
when distance chills the favor
of a father to a son
How deep does your blood run?