Monday, 1 July 2013

Weary Traveller

Night falls before you find your way
You can't decide, to go or stay?
Where to turn, which road to take?
Fear clouds the choice you have to make.

There's no denial, the truth you know
You crossed his path not long ago
He warned you of the challenge ahead
Showed you signs, you should have read

But it's a tale been told
Since times of old
With each barrel of stone
Comes a grain of gold

There's work you see
That you must do
To discover all things
That are right for you

But the light of morn will soon be here
So rest your eyes a while my dear
When you wake you'll find, you were already home
And throughout your journey, you were never alone.

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