bestrongandcourageous

as these tracks end
at the curve of the bend
I set my sights and forge ahead

these hills no longer sing my song
nor echo the notes I’ve held so long
I set my sights and forge ahead

the clouds give way to a rising sun
and fresh tracks are ever upon me

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