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Our Travel

The road is long, hard, cold but we live on. We look to the light that shines somewhere in the sky. Even though our feet hurt, our bodies tired, we focus on our dream. We come from poor sounds of life and disgraceful spots in his eyes, but with hope and time, our songs can be heavenly and our spots will no longer be blotches in society. Our travel soon comes to an end when we reach the Lady Liberty, The Empire State building, The Twin Towers again, The Liberty Bell and him. Our travel may endure pain, but we will reach that great light at the end of the tunnel, and our songs will always be sung.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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