Life is a jurney in which I must participate
following fates chosen path I have walked
Happy childhood streets lay behind, walk on,
A dark cobbled road of painful years, walk on,
Stride hard up-hill toward the sun, walk on,
Joy and ecstacy lie in theforks ahead,
Lord give me the strength to, Walk on
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