Progress Road To Life Story
The road begins at morning light.
Bright, ripe delight it satisfies.
Reminds us, cuts us down in size.
The horizon where the road collides...
with the skies, the eyes
grow wings begin to fly...
Hope that this road leads their!
Nope, the road,
neither decides nor cares.
A road of life and life's not fair.
A road full of stories,
pass 'em on and share.
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