Beneath that darkened sky,
There is a path.
The path is rocky, yet smooth.
Damp, yet dry.
This path remembers,
It remembers our failures,
And our successes.
This path shows us mercy.
When our legs are weakened,
A meadow is cleared for us to lay.
This path keeps us safe,
From all things that wish to prey.
On each passing tree, there is a scripture.
The scripture that nourishes our bodies.
This is his word that gives us the strength,
To move forward.
We will all move forward,
To that brightened sky.
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