Life's path through a forest of days
Not sure of my ways
Clouds that cover the sun's rays
A misty morning haze
A mossy maze
Babbling brooks that whisper your name
Waters that rush and never tame
If only I could put out the flame
Who's to blame? It's all the same
The weeping willows blossom in my sorrows
My tears their leaves tomorrow
The weaker I get the stronger they grow
Like my emotions their limbs swaying to and fro
Stumbling stones clutter the trail
Will my journey succeed or fail
Only time will tell
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