Or the lack thereof.
Like clipped wings.
Or no wings at all.
The road we all must follow.
The straight and narrow path.
But some in their confusion wander.
They create a new path in the wilderness of life.
A painful journey for them and for us.
How sad for us to disgrace
these lost wanderers.
Have we forgotten the meaning?
They say that the road to hell
is paved with good intentions.
But what of the road to heaven?
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