Walk not upon the Fields of Glory;
where they lead – a painful story.
Walk rather on the fields of peace;
their gentle love and sweet release.
Our footfalls lead our chosen way;
tracks in life’s sand at end of day.
Peace and love an open trail,
the choice is ours; as we set sail.
The end of day at home and hearth
as we look back over our life’s path
what will we see; what will we find?
Life is a journey of the mind!
Hello cruel world, I’m here to join this circus.
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