Examining the daily trials as they come and go every day,
leaving us behind doorsteps of tomorrow, where we must
find our own ways down lanes of trodden sorrow.
Everlasting attitudes portraying images of our hearts as
we constantly move along pathways of tomorrow, leaving
our souls on clouds, transporting them safely to heaven
without us.
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