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The Walk
It's the step unto a ground so unstable
That leads us down a path procured
While weeping meadows seem so feeble
Against the night time shadows, forlorn and unassured
But as we might forward towards a light unshining
Dreaming trains of hope that travel days undone
It's that final whisper we lean on, knowingly
A shoulder of existence on a person who will run.
As we beg for shoes that offer comfort
Unto a peaceful trip across the way
Our growth for that longing where we will find descent
Offers bitter sweet words from a raining haze.One last night for a wish trembled by your pillow
The knocking of solitude right by your side
It only takes a small amount of a leaping carress
To realize there is no place to hide.
