Traveler

I view my path
Before me rising
Bramble filled
Always surprising
Narrow and steep
Ever fateful
Always the same
Never hateful
No other way
Can be found
Familiar ground
No one before
Came this way
With my sweat
I toil this day
A prayer to Him
Help your child
The path of truth
Has many a mile

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