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A journey down the olde path


Submitted:Mar 13, 2007    Reads: 109    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   


The path I walk

Is not new

Can be found on no map

Signposts are there none

The path I walk

Is of fresh fresh grass

Grass of blood red

The path I walk

Is an old path

As we join it

Our many footfalls

Makes wide the path

Where often we have walked

Throughout time, walked

The path I walk

Has been brought

In times of old

with blood, fresh blood

the blood of many

The path I walk

Is a proud path

You see.

It has been tested by time

The path I walk

I walk in pride

The path I walk

Is the olde path

(dedicates to those who died for the path)

Blessed Be

Tony

Raven Phoenix





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