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The Walk
I walked up the great big hill,
that stood up so still...for many years and more
I took a tiny step first,
I thought I'd leaped into the worst,
Until I realized that I'd climed,
the highest form of my mind
That hill was not a structure,
for all the world to see,
I never climbed it for fame,
nor to dare reality.
I needed to reach the top,
to mend my bleeding heart,
Of the pain and sinful dust
that stopped me from being the just
This hill is not 'LOVE',
which is definately a must,
It is indeed the hardest thing known to me
which is the word- TRUST !!
