The path I tread is full
Of thorns and stones
There is pain in heart
And crackling of bones
The flowers on sides
Are all stale and brown
With the sun shinning
Their heads are down
It is long and winding
To it there is no end
It is a lonely walk
Without a kin or friend
There must be an end
To my time and walk
I will see the divine light
Though I now it is dark
Time will take me to the
Goal and I am not in haste
With all things beautiful
I will take my final rest
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