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there’s a story that comes down the line from those that have forged the road we’re traveling we see that it is long and watch how it winds for miles and years in front of us with each step we conquer a twist survive a turn following the leaders who’ve travelled before leading our followers who’ve not been this far and though even we are as unsure as they you take my hand and we run surely through it all stop along the way to pick the flowers that grow under our feet to dance in the golden fields and walk in the warm sunlight we’ll skip in the rain and play hop-scotch on stars. on our road, rest isn’t needed and our smiles fuel us and our laughter leads us and our tears give us courage and in the end, as the story goes, there is no pain. in the end, as the story goes, we’ll have nothing but smiles and laughter will become music and we’ll have every bit of courage we could need our story will be fed to those that follow just as we were fed the story of those we followed and everyone to follow after will know it’s possible and everyone to follow after will know what it takes and everyone to follow after will find the courage and everyone to follow after we will see at the end
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Oct 8, 2011
Oct 8, 2011 at 4:03 AM UTC
hop-scotch on stars
there’s a story that comes down the line from those that have forged the road we’re traveling we see that it is long and watch how it winds for miles and years in front of us with each step we conquer a twist survive a turn following the leaders who’ve travelled before leading our followers who’ve not been this far and though even we are as unsure as they you take my hand and we run surely through it all stop along the way to pick the flowers that grow under our feet to dance in the golden fields and walk in the warm sunlight we’ll skip in the rain and play hop-scotch on stars. on our road, rest isn’t needed and our smiles fuel us and our laughter leads us and our tears give us courage and in the end, as the story goes, there is no pain. in the end, as the story goes, we’ll have nothing but smiles and laughter will become music and we’ll have every bit of courage we could need our story will be fed to those that follow just as we were fed the story of those we followed and everyone to follow after will know it’s possible and everyone to follow after will know what it takes and everyone to follow after will find the courage and everyone to follow after we will see at the end
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Oct 8, 2011
Oct 8, 2011 at 4:03 AM UTC
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