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By drain-o Date: 2004 Feb 10 Comment on this Work [[2004.02.10.08.59.29275]] |
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Sometimes I feel docked Sometimes I feel aimlessly drifting. The winds that blows across my path, leave me this way. North, West, East, or South, conflicting when they blow. They leave my compass spinning, with no direction I should go. My light blinded from the path I use to see. I look for a lighthouse to help guide me. Its warm, surrounding glow, a pleasure on a starless night. The strong whispers of the wind has blown that eternal flame. Again I plod with no where to go. I could lay down and die, and remember I gave it a good try. But a small meek voice cries,"Look to where your guidance comes best". It's me and only me, who knows me best. It's me that shows me the roads to accomplish Life's test. The road of Faith, that sets me free. The road of Trust, that helps me to believe. The road of Courage, that keep me strong. The road of Truth, I can't go wrong. The road of Honor, that keeps me bold. The road of Love, one day, I'll pave in gold. These roads help me to depend on just me. |