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:: Updated 22 Aug 2003 : All Rights Reserved : The Journeyman :: | ||||||||||||||
:: Of Growth & Maturity :: | |||||||||||||||
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Throwing my past behind I strive to look ahead Not a bed or roses Not even a bed. Tough roads hold a meaning That we oft oversee Tough times make us stronger So we can be free. To live our lives with zest In moments tough or not For no failure daunts us In the battles we've fought. The story's just begun And will it ever end ? No one knows, no one cares, For this' pure Godsend. |
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