
A walk through valley
Shadows dark
Another life
Which missed the mark
In desolation
All alone
A crushing pain
Straight to the bone
An outcast true
A nomad’s life
The loneliness
Cuts like the knife
But in the distance
Shining light
A burning beacon
Dead of night
All an illusion?
Or hope at last?
You feel a spark
You’re walking fast
The light is moving
It’s far away
And so you walk
Just one more day
©The Beginning At Last

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