Travel On
Thus this day new dawn finds,
Amongst these shores amidst these blinds,
Those who know what days have been,
Life's that battle we cannot win.
So 'tis he has mind set sort,
'Tis his such days go with retort.
Long shall I so travel on,
Life's this battle I have won.
How some say can this so be,
He who strives to be just free.
Naught are his that which we seek,
Naught has he but mountain peak.
Yes indeed comes answer now,
Down from top mountain's brow.
His is mine and thus he has,
All so needed in life to pass.
SeaWolf
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Copyright © Caribbean Seawolf | Year Posted 2011
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