To be on that path,
The wind is howling,
Biting the flesh,
Like the hounds of hell,
The courage to face the fear,
To press forward through the storm,
On the path unknown,
Trusting in inner strength,
Strength to pass the test,
Until you find some shelter,
That is where to rest a burdened head,
To take some time,
Until the new dawn,
When the storm has gone,
With a new day born.....
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