Dedication
I stare out upon this arid desert,
the barren wasteland of my youth.
It is here I can see my growth,
the steps of my life,
how they were taken
and where they had gone.
And now, it's anothers' desert I look upon.
Oh, the steps he took,
the battles he fought
and those still fighting.
It is he I want my steps to lead to.
For it is also he I wish to become.
Here comes the rain.
Now, the desert isn't so dry,
the wind can't carry the prints away.
There are many directions, though.
I know that with guidance
my steps will be true.
I know that with hope,
my steps will take me to him.
I know that with faith and love
I will walk with my father again.
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