The path we travel through life
Is each our own
The trail behind us is a collage of love and hate
Before us, the overgrown shrubbery of fate
The troubles we face and have overcome,
Accumulate and all make us our own one
We cannot know what path the other has tread
What things he has seen or what has filled his head
Let us as a gathering of one
Come together and intolerance shun
For we never know how worn the traveller's shoes
Or how deep or shallow are his heart’s blues
So, when we look upon another wanderer
Let us do so in kindness,
And knowledge
Of the hardships he undertook,
treading through the fateful foliage
As each individual drop in the sea
Comes together as a powerful wave
The land trembles and recedes at its wake
Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 2:12 PM UTC
The path we travel through life
Is each our own
The trail behind us is a collage of love and hate
Before us, the overgrown shrubbery of fate
The troubles we face and have overcome,
Accumulate and all make us our own one
We cannot know what path the other has tread
What things he has seen or what has filled his head
Let us as a gathering of one
Come together and intolerance shun
For we never know how worn the traveller's shoes
Or how deep or shallow are his heart’s blues
So, when we look upon another wanderer
Let us do so in kindness,
And knowledge
Of the hardships he undertook,
treading through the fateful foliage
As each individual drop in the sea
Comes together as a powerful wave
The land trembles and recedes at its wake
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