Keep Walking

Just keep walking, 

through the mountains, 

through the streams.


Keep walking through the tears,

and past the violent hurt,

keep walking past the dark 

and lost.


It’s okay to slow 

just don’t stop.

Keep walking. 


Slow and smell some flowers,

slow and see the birds,

slow and hear your heart. 


Learn as you walk,

don’t forget,

keep going,

don’t give up.


There is always light 

at the end of the tunnel,

always another rainbow on 

the horizon. 


Don’t forget, 

keep walking,

the light always come back. 

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