When I Traveled Not Alone
I’ve walked the narrow paths of life
Strewn thick with many forms of grief
And yet the pains I could forget
When I traveled not alone.
On and on, for years and years
We wandered in this vale of tears.
We shared the joys and sorrows too
When I traveled not alone.
Hand in hand, arm in arm
The miles to come, we thought not of
But talked together, laughed, and cried
When I traveled not alone.
The sun e’er shone and gentle wind
Blew softly, softly, always warm.
The storms that came, they quickly passed
When I traveled not alone.
But now the breeze is always cold
The thorns, they tear my bloodstained feet
For you faded from my side-
And now I travel all alone.
Copyright © Eliot Childs | Year Posted 2014
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