If I only had the mourning to the glory as I passed it. Standing on the corner weaving egg baskets. half a million dollars wouldn't stop me from my weaving. I've been prayin for the day in which i'm never grieving. so take this and put in it something you can never hold. let the fiber cradle it until your too old. then put it in a box until the big day of the yardsale. so johnny takes it home to his girls.