At the end of every road,
Lies a story, never told.
Within these branches, of time.
Are bigger roads ahead to climb.
Use your imagination and see how far each path will take you.
Enormous bushes, and tall, tall trees, all this to go through.
Maybe at the end of each pathway, lies your destination to life.
Within these woods, to get where you need to be, lies a lot of strife.
Count every day that you make it out alive an inspiration to yourself.
Talk through these miracles, of life and of good health.
Now when you get to where you need to be.
Thank God that you are free.
Every sign and signal, brought you back to me.
Thank God that you are free.
©terrylin53
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