My life's road stood strong and firm,
Through many uphills and steep run-downs,
Through many surging, slanting rainfalls,
Which tried to sink it down the earth.
Even though at many turnings of my journey,
it stopped me here and there, again and again,
But I gazed at its golden signs and foot prints,
And learn where to go, and where to yield.
My life's road yet bore mountains and miles,
With no sunbeam but cold frightening nights,
Yet it withstood the unbearable hurts,
Of torn sky unto its burdensome skull.
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