Traveled far and long
Roads gone up
Roads gone down
Sometimes circled round
Weary, weary soul
No sun to lift your head
Eyes cast down
Shoulders sunk
Heart in a pit of despair
Weary, weary soul
Clouds hang low
Colors dark
Trees with leaves no more
Winter's here with chilling air
Your life is far too short
Weary, weary soul
Best carry on, expecting more
March forth as soldiers do
The sun will shine and you will see
Winter's gone as love comes
greeting you
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I absolutely love this token of expression. Thanks for sharing. Stopping by as your neighbor from FMF.
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