My Journey
by BlueWolf ©
My eyes are wet with the tears I've cried
A thousand times I felt I've died
For nothing more can I try.
My feet are cut from the roads of life
For I have brought no sandals upon my journey.
My skin is pale, pallor, and cold
For on this journey, I've brought no robe
No staff to support my weary load.
And my pain and hunger grows and grows
For I have brought no food for my journey.
My shoulders bruised from the sins I bear
My hands are cut and with ragged hail
For peace I search--but where?
Sometimes it seems like no one cares
And yet I still continue on my journey.
And still in want, and still in pain
Through the madding droughts and torrential rains,
Through all of it, there's one thing that keeps me sane
That thing is you
And so I continue on my journey...........
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