A Traveler's Prayer
Travelers tempt the hand of fate, of time
moving from within one box to the other side.
Sometimes we’re scared, we cry sometime
yet, to take that step, that risk “Ah, let the heart abide.”
Moving from within one box to the other side
we get a new perspective, a learning most sublime.
Yet, to take that step, that risk “Ah, let the heart abide,”
different shapes, all askew, beneath a mask of pantomime.
We get a new perspective, a learning most sublime,
a hard fought for understanding, from which we can’t backslide.
Different shapes, all askew, beneath a mask of pantomime,
all are born, and grow and die, as to eternity we glide.
A hard fought for understanding, from which we can’t backslide,
a call for peace and unity within this woman’s lifetime.
All are born, and grow and die, as to eternity we glide,
as on we wander, one and all, hand in hand through time.
A call for peace and unity within this woman’s lifetime
sometimes we’re scared, we cry sometime,
as on we wander, one and all, hand in hand through time
travelers tempt the hand of fate, in searching different climes…
Topic:Backsliding
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