We are all wanderers to where we know not,
Some run, some race, some plod along,
Each take our own path to we know not where,
Where no ones right, and no ones wrong.
We know that we must go on,
When times are hard, and life is tough…
We must break through that wall
When we think we have had enough.
It would be easier to take our time
Let the ordeal last a bit longer:
A tempting thought to so give in,
Yet we choose to keep going stronger:
To see the beauty that is life,
That it is there we cant forget
We cant see the bends ahead
Unlike the straights far horizon set…
That makes each step look so small
Yet each step, painful, must be taken,
See the beauty beyond that hill –
As if from hibernation we awaken,
For there will be a tomorrow to come
When today’s trials are a memory
From troubles, to disease to conflict and all…
We must always the beauty see!