The Journey To Tomorrow
They said the sun would always,
rise up when it has set yet,
the shadows of the night just seem to grow.
My footprints keep on writing,
they tell the tale that’s passing,
but the storyline just seems to flow.
They said the journey was safe,
I lace my way through danger,
this was not the way it was meant to go.
I worked my way through forests,
climbing up the hills of Dante,
and my inferno was the snow.
Suddenly the snow was melting,
spreading out to a horizon,
the valley of the flowers began to glow.
Behind I heard the screaming,
in front I saw the colours,
my final choice was which way to go.....
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