A Note To Beginnings

Sometimes hello must be said

more than goodbye.

Sometimes a road long-traveled

is a road that’s passin’ by.

Sometimes a doubtful dream is the dream

that takes flight;

Soar high, said the sky.

Soar high.

 

Sometimes a hiking shoe is a grander story then the journal left behind.

Sometimes two roads converge

and the hurt from one side can’t find a reason to hide.

Sometimes a step is surrender;

Soar high, said the sky.

Soar high.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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