Life
We started on a walk that will last a lifetime,the hills we reach are small at the start of our climb.
The ups the downs and the cracks in the road,
the baggage we aquire is sometimes a heavy load.
The years go by and the journey treks on,
each day that passes brings new hills with every dawn.
We cry, we laugh, we meet, we depart,
and at each stop we leave a peice of our heart.
We learn, we grow our horizons expand,
and once in a while we are offered a helping hand.
Take the hand that reaches out to you,
it may help you see more clearly the view.
To have friends with you along the way,
will help you carry the load while they stay.
No one knows when this walk will end,
but along the way you will always have a friend.
I have walked with you, we have lent each other a hand,
I will always be by your side together we will stand.
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