…The path so Soggy
and slippery but the words kept resounding in his head just like town criers
gong…
His strength doubled
like a soldier ready for battle.
In the middle of his
nightmares, the wilderness of his trials
When the day became
inseparable from the night
A time when turbulent
storms howled like in agony
But he kept on,
heavily and determined, mustering the very last of his strength.
Far ahead the
mountains within the range of the cloud
But quite hidden from
the view of the wanderer
But he kept on
Dragging his
reluctant body but enduring spirit
Right across the
field of despair and discomfort
Oh it blows…too cold
to bear and almost too hot to embrace
But right on the
yonder, there it stood
The summit yet to be
conquered
He journeys through
the thorns and the burns
Neglecting the dark
clouds shutting out the blue sky
Gazing beyond the
threatening gnashes of the discouragement
And the blinding
flashes of false beauty
Oh he pushes ahead in
the dark of the day, yea he pushes on
Oblivious of the
supposedly dangers that were not real after all
Oh he walked on with
nothing but the strength of hope
That frightened even
the storm
For it could toss no
more obstruction his way
Yes he forged ahead
and when the morning came
He lifted his eyes up
the mountains
The peak of his
dreams
Wet, but he went all
the way
Climbing with the
wings of perseverance
Till he reached the
summit of his destination
And up at last the
flag of victory is lifted above the shadows of giving up..
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