One is for the mother who prays for me at night— One is for the mother who prays for me at night— A gift of broken promises to count by candle-light. A gift of broken promises to count by candle-light. One is for the tried friend who raised me when I fell— One is for the tried friend who raised me when I fell— A gift of weakling's tinsel oaths that strew the path to hell. A gift of weakling's tinsel oaths that strew the path to hell. And one is for the true love—the heaviest of all— And one is for the true love—the heaviest of all— That holds the pieces of a faith a careless hand let fall. That holds the pieces of a faith a careless hand let fall.
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