The roads we travel, burdened with life's battle scars;
our trials, tribulations, terrors
etched in trenches, carried forth on tired faces...
The roads we travel, trudging onward, carrying our loads
and looking just a step ahead, our courage
left behind in tatters; left abandoned, dead.
The dust of past pains, grit of life's strains, echoes burning in our ears...
Our throats are dry and we stopped speaking long ago.
At times we raise our eyes in hope, to gaze at the horizon
but it's so far, and we're so small;
that distant sea of rest and calm is farther than eternity
But on we go, on burning feet, with leaden legs through scorching heat
convinced that if we just keep moving, just keep walking,
just keep trudging, just keep breathing,
one day, we'll feel the soothing wind inside the soul, near desperate waters.
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