Journey
I awoke to the rising of the sun;
Tormented by all my work yet done.
Renewed my determination to find my course.
Raised my head. Reunited with my source.
Forget about these tears that you see falling.
I was once what you call balling.
Living on the limb of another man's vine.
Allowing the glitter to erode my mind.
Then one day I was down on my face.
Counted the ones who returned my embrace.
Tossed and turned trying to find a way to sleep.
Moaned and groaned as I tried not to weep.
So if you wonder why I swagger when I walk,
You don't know the battle I fought.
When your journey takes you to that part of the plan,
You'll bow your head and mutter, Now, I understand.
Kathryn F. Smith
Tormented by all my work yet done.
Renewed my determination to find my course.
Raised my head. Reunited with my source.
Forget about these tears that you see falling.
I was once what you call balling.
Living on the limb of another man's vine.
Allowing the glitter to erode my mind.
Then one day I was down on my face.
Counted the ones who returned my embrace.
Tossed and turned trying to find a way to sleep.
Moaned and groaned as I tried not to weep.
So if you wonder why I swagger when I walk,
You don't know the battle I fought.
When your journey takes you to that part of the plan,
You'll bow your head and mutter, Now, I understand.
Kathryn F. Smith
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