The road ahead is difficult,
But go on I must.
The Mountains seem intimidating,
Their presence debilitating.
Obstacles in my path,
I feel their wrath.
Strength betrays me,
I feel a hand upon me.
I hear a voice call me,
It comforts me.
It encourages me on,
The mountains I look upon.
I am intimidated no more,
To guide me he swore.
I am alone no more.
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