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    Inquiries of the Dead Son
    Inquiries of the Dead Son
    Inquiries of the Dead Son
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    Inquiries of the Dead Son

    By Timothy Cannon

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    Inquiries of the Dead Son is collection of songs and poetry that offers a glimpse into the life of the author. While he has experienced many ups and downs in his life, he wants to share his observations on his life and the people in it. The events that happen in our lives have the potential to make us feel alive and vulnerable at the same time. Inquiries of the Dead Son is an emotional journey that explores the feelings encountered along lifes bumpy road.

    A Path to a Kingdom

    I dont know where to go
    Im just a child with no home
    I have to fight this alone
    and my soul feels so cold
    Darkness always blankets my rose
    Apart and never felt a whole
    Promises, they get lost in old
    Opportunities are stops that are closed
    Im to be open to all roads
    These helpless hands only to fold
    The day I rest it will snow
    Answers the ground will know
    How much farther down is low
    When dads lye decomposed
    Only faith guides me through this storm
    I find resistance wherever I roam
    One day I will find my home
    She is a heaven of my own
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTrafford Publishing
    Release dateSep 7, 2010
    ISBN9781426933547
    Inquiries of the Dead Son
    Author

    Timothy Cannon

    Timothy Cannon is a writer who finds beauty in ugliness and at times ugliness in beauty. He currently lives in Massachusetts. He is a renaissance man, a gentleman, and a little bit crazy. This is his first book.

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      Inquiries of the Dead Son - Timothy Cannon

      Inquiries

      of the

      Dead Son

      BY; Timothy Cannon

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      © Copyright 2010 Timothy David Cannon.

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the written prior permission of the author.

      Printed in the United States of America.

      ISBN: 978-1-4269-3352-3 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4269-3354-7 (e)

      Library of Congress Control Number: 2010909381

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      Preface

      This book is a work of non fiction. All poems and songs

      were written to stimulate the perspective of the reader.

      Weather understanding is common sense or a long awaited answer.

      Timothy Cannon is here for truth and enlightenment.

      All experiences in this book are from real an actual previous and present day tragedies

      Dedication

      This book is dedicated to the artist.

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