When I walk the misty path, and twilight makes me doubt The path is there though, when cries are round about A lamp for my path will guide my way as though the light of day For though I see not far, but near, my choices are nought but clear For the end I hope, my path I plan, guided my steps are by no man A friend along the walk, most people desire, even if fraught with ire But destiny for each, and each for purpose, what is it indeed worth to us? The story midway, the tale not yet told, how it ends is for you to unfold.
Posted on: Sat, 10 Aug 2013 05:28:55 +0000
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