Making our way, on down the line
Through the cadence and chorus, the withering vine
Of time on the lam, down lanes in the rain
Flitting like butterflies, wings stretched to the sun
Ready and waiting, new adventures to come
Despite flashes of lightening, rumbling across the great sky
The path we are travailing, a dark stain in heart’s eye
Full of the perils of a life fully-lived
Dodging the arrows so generously given
Piercing our hearts, allowing the bleed
To drain us of that which we don’t really need
Leaving a path for others who follow
So their way may be easier, less difficult to swallow
Forsaking ourselves for the task at our hand
Marching along to our very own band
The sun setting lower, the time drawing near
Undaunted by difficulty, hard work, or fear
The time is at hand, the time where we know
The new world is upon us, we all are now home
©SpiritLed 2017
Lovely 🙂