It begins with a single action
a touch...a movement measured in time
a touch...a movement measured in time
Searching for
A final destination
Searching for
Acceptance…love…belonging
You stop to look into deep reflecting pools
Seeing yourself the way you really are
Knowing you have miles to go
You tear yourself away and press on
Crossing mountains and valleys of wildflowers
Stopping long enough to admire their beauty
You cross a sea of smooth rich honey
A gentle breeze blows
causing ripples along the caramel-colored surface
Quickening your pace
Almost there...almost home
And it ends...the same way it began
And it ends...the same way it began
With a single action...a touch... a movement measured in time
Ends the Journey
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