The Walk

The walk was slow, the walk was hard, but never did I ever sit down

Once you stop, the momentum’s to stay, and find your place in the ground

One leg, one leg, one foot at a time, I promised I never would quit

Because in the end you can either be a man or just another young boy talking shit

So move I did, for years at a time, discovering stability and strength all around

So when the time came and my legs did not work, I was able to conquer the mounds

To the ones that walked with me I owe all my life, but to the man who carried me I owe more

For he’s the one who gave me my strength, and lite the fire that burned in my core

For the weak I offered my hand, and to the blind I offered my eyes

To the young, hope, to the old, comfort, and my ears I offered the wise

The trail was hard and not always straight, I was broken along the way

In the end was it worth it? I surely think so, looking back I value everyday

The walk was slow, the walk was hard, but never did I ever sit down

Once you stop, the momentum’s to stay, and find your place in the ground