When the stone is grown too cold to kneel
In crystal waters I'll be bound
Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel
Now be thankful for good things below
Now be thankful to your maker
For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know
When the fire is grown too fierce to breathe
In burning irons I'll be bound
Fierce as fire weary to the sounds upon the wheel
Now be thankful for good things below
Now be thankful to your maker
For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know
When the stone is grown too cold to kneel
In crystal waters I'll be bound
Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel
Now be thankful for good things below
Now be thankful to your maker
For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know
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Funny thing is, when I grew to be an adult, my son at 3 wanted a baby doll----and he got one (baby "Jesse" still lives in my attic)---People almost lost their minds when they saw a little boy with a doll even though it was 1989---he is so good with babies and looks forward to parenting now that he is an adult himself. I can thank Free to Be You and Me for allowing my children to be all they can be today.