Walking Out of Life's Mist
When we come into this world we just never know what lies ahead
From toddlers to infants to teenagers, life unreels our threads
Some find their way in life and move onto better things
Others take a different path and internally their heart never sings
The fortunate grow old, with friends and families their life's prize
But so many are separated by their life, internal songs become internal cries
When we come into this world, it's our opportunity to exist
Sometimes we have to help each other, by walking out of life's mist
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