We trod our path from here to there.
Thorns and flowers meet our way,
Light and darkness wrap our day.
Walk through valleys and hills
Breathlessly lost in yonder desert,
Wandering alone in vast ocean.
Onward to win a victory
Forward to crown a destiny,
Go for a delightful journey
Press on, march on.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I call this style Cresendo, which means increasing in lines from stanzas. A free verse style.
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