Take the High Road

I try to take the high road so I can see just where we are, I look up at the night sky, wish upon a shooting star. It’s hard to clean up your act when you are dragged through the mud. It hard for me to come up shining, when I am covered in all this crud. As I embark upon the high road the stars shine just for me. The full moon provides a beacon of light, so that I can see. I listen to my heart it knows what I shall be. I stand upon this high spot my spirit just feels free. The high road takes longer but the rewards are great. Hope and faith collide creating my new fate. So much seems to happen that I simply can’t relate, As the time flies right by, hope it’s not too late… Can we meet upon the high road and wonder of the view? Can we listen to the questions when the answers seem askew? I start out every morning; it’s a brand new day. Don’t listen to those people they have all just lost their way. On the high road we find justice and perhaps a little peace. The soul shall feel thee freedom from the cage it is released. When it comes right down to it we are defined by what we do. It only matters where you’re going, not what you’ve been through. As we walk upon the high road we see what we’ve become. The principals become the glue so we don’t just come undone. Maybe we can sit out on the edge and watch the setting sun. I find myself simply walking where once I had to run…