My life is filled with hot valley's and fires,
Walk with me and we'll run into geysers,
stay on the path,
don't wonder off,
cause soon we'll be skipping through a hay loft,
then to the meadows and through the prettiest prairies,
Reaching the base of a mountain,
deciding to climb over.
Hitting the ground running,
coming to a river...with no bridge,
helping each other wade across,
looking off into the distance,
Deciding to keep going,
The Journey...called Life.
copyright sossina chirhart 2010
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