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
and our songs will always be sung.
Copyright © Denariel Benn | Year Posted 2006
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