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Just Begun
I've defeated my worst enemy, myself,
I've spent my life gaining and retaining wealth,
I've given every effort to earn my health,
I've sharpened my mind into a deadly stealth;
I'm ready to go out into the cold world,
To spread my wings and let them be unfurled,
To start my journey from where I curled,
To break the circle in which I swirled.
I'm not sure where this is that I stand,
Now that I have left behind my guiding hand,
And set out to see so much new land;
I know I haven't gotten all too far,
That a thousand miles isn't even par,
Not even when on foot with no car,
But already I have seen many things,
A hundred cities, and the trades they bring,
I've heard of countries and their kings,
Seen proposals and many wedding rings,
Yet my journey has only just begun,
Like a new day rising with the sun,
Travel is hard, intense and some fun,
And like I said, it's only just begun.
The road behind me was so long,
sorrow, loss and misfortune all along,
My journey's taken turns, right and wrong,
I sing a heartbreaking, deep song,
I've seen bullets kill my best friends,
Who sacrificed themselves to our loves end,
My soul-mate was killed, a wound unmend,
The pain I've felt is not pretend,
My daughter has met deaths fate,
Before her months were even eight,
I carry with me a crushing weight;
Should I go home, is it too late,
No family no more soul-mate,
No more love, only icy hate,
Here I stand before eternities gate,
At the end of a broken road,
With a broken soul as my only load,
And loss my life's cryptic code,
Wondering if I should live or die,
When before my own two eyes,
An angel had come to rise,
And spoke to me of my demise,
Telling me to give life another try.
I set out once again,
Knowing full well where I've been,
I see the path that lies ahead,
It's harder than the one that left me dead,
But now I know the ground I tread,
The path I travel is thin as thread,
There is more, much and plenty,
For all I've seen, I am only twenty.
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