The Broken Road, a Ribbon of Pink
You walk a path
Only some will know
A stranger's hand
You learn to hold
A fight you face
But you're not alone
While you stumble down a broken road
You keep your head
Up to the sky
As though you see
For the first time
A blue that never caught your eye
Or morning grass that smells so sweet
Then staring at the evening sky
That leaves you with a breathless sigh
And wonder what is meant to be
Why walls are placed in front of me,
Am I here to learn or teach,
The hands I take
Or those that reach
With open arms
For strength and hope
While walking down the broken road
With faces , who all share their dreams
See colors some will never know
The bluest sky, a field of green
A simple bow, a ribbon of pink
Worn among the strong and weak
With courage ,grace and tears that flow
They leave behind the broken road
Kevin D. Fix
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