Its days, its weeks, its months, its time,
I kept walking with this rhyme.
This road of mine went up and down
To make me deep, laugh and frown.
I went through roads
Woods and shores,
and tested hence at every step
making me, look so pep.
The roads were long
and dint me it belong,
then woods weren’t bright
and blew up my sight.
And then came this shore so strong and calm,
I’d never seen this floor that held and heeled my palm.
And so it is my belief,
In stays one’s beauty in their belief.
And so will when time come,
and call you to his kingdom,
Will I shine like a plum,
bearing truth in wisdom.
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