Not Home Yet
As stroll along life's road,
many hours more to be hold.
Many more hours have gone,
mayb finding us right or wrong, weak or strong.
Climbing many a mountain,
passing many a fountain.
Traveling through the valley,
neither stopping long, or dilly dally.
A thought should we stroll with,
one of so much truth it can not be myth.
A truth to take along the way,
one that has us guard all we do and say.
So either on a car, bus, plane or jet,
remeber to fix you eyes to the sky, we aren't home yet.
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