Horizons
When dark clouds gather to paint destiny's path
Leaving my horizon filled with gloom
I will look for the silver lining as the storm clears
As I paint my horizon with brushstrokes of cheer
Horizons can change with each passing day
Those bleak outlooks can no longer stay
There is a bright dawn that will soon appear
The darkness will vanish along with the fear
Choices made can determine our fate
And from these, horizons emanate
Choose horizons that are bright and clear
And paint your destiny with brushstrokes of cheer
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9-5-18
Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2018
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