it wasn't a lone travel
we were a group of ambitious sojourners
eager to make a difference
along these paths trodden on before
we did
separate ways
different outcomes
undecided as I were
fresh from the grip of my family
and those teachers good they were
peering ahead I saw fire
looking up to you I saw hope
with anxious curiosity I gave you my ear
and for once saw you
l let go your hand
there and then I decided
to keep intact my father's
and our good teachers' counsel
for they never would
teach me to embrace evil
and unto others do harm
as advanced in your address
there and then
decided
I still had to tread on
to meet a friend
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