The journey is long, the path is winding…
There is Life in the seeking, but a death in the finding…
If only that the quest will cease when you stand on victory’s ground.
The riddles then have all been solved. The answers have been found.
We quickly heal from the blows we felt…
More slowly from the ones we dealt…
We have the treasure for which we fought…
And it’s more precious than the one we sought.
Yet, I’m still here, so there must be a task…
Opening doors for any who ask?
Will I catch the wind to help my brother?
Is adversity what I will bring to another?
Some may draw near to the light of my spark…
Others show fear that I can walk in the dark.
1 comment:
thank you my brother,it fits us well ben
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