"My father's house shines hard and bright
It stands like a beacon calling me in the night
Calling and calling, so cold and alone
Shining 'cross this dark highway where our sins lie unatoned"
From My Father's House, by Bruce Springsteen
Something most fathers and sons hope to avoid. Until reality burns them with the news that it is too late. Their intentions rot on the vine.
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