oh little table! full of cobwebs and dust

oh little table! full of cobwebs and dust

in a house full of hauntings and doorknobs of rust

you've got a crack in your leg and a split in the wood

a million memories aged out all your good

you stand stagnant in darkness, rotting away

wishing a friend would come there where you stay

a door opens and stands a man with a beard

is this something you welcome or something you fear?

he takes out his tools and fixes your pain

wiping off the dust and applying new stain

he smiles at you as he goes like a blur

a Master, a Maker, a Carpenter

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