Our paths have different ways
Each one a new discovery,
Like the sunny or rainy days
Wondering what's going to cover me.
Here we are again another year
Not knowing what our future holds,
Living; looking around in a constant fear
Together we wake as our story unfolds.
This is the year of the young people
Help guide them in making good choices,
Encourage them to reach the highest steeple
They are our future let's hear there voices.
©Grant Dickson 01/01/2018
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 5:56 AM UTC
Our paths have different ways
Each one a new discovery,
Like the sunny or rainy days
Wondering what's going to cover me.
Here we are again another year
Not knowing what our future holds,
Living; looking around in a constant fear
Together we wake as our story unfolds.
This is the year of the young people
Help guide them in making good choices,
Encourage them to reach the highest steeple
They are our future let's hear there voices.
©Grant Dickson 01/01/2018
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