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To pick up the pieces of shattered trust
A passion that beckons a hungry soul
To meet the strength of unbridled lust
A tear drop sliding down a cheek
Or the sweat gliding over flesh
The product of a yearning life
As body and soul learn to mesh
Valleys and hills along the road
A backpack full of fear
The challenge must be met alone
Sometimes the price is dear
But when the journey seems too far
And the end is not in sight
Someone always comes along
And helps to win the fight.
Is it fate or is it chance
That the path winds where it does?
Not alone we search the world
For meaning and for cause.
And in the end an epitaph
Engraved upon a stone
Announces that the life within
Was more than flesh and bone.
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