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Journeys
Journeys Is it not ironic, for the healing to start One must open up the gates, for the pain to come in. And through this, the healing process is set. Paths and streams traveling along We are always renewed in abundance By the passing flows of waterfalls and rivers Brought on from the winds, and rains of life A fine line that separates love and hate Friends and enemies, chains and freedom A delicate string of building blocks That span to make the bridges Connected to each other, by arteries of roads A mere stones throw apart. Time has past and in our haste We have learned to build dams Which have halted the natural flow, flood gates to floods Emotional whirlpools and storms passing over Down the never ending roads we built I have traveled to seek the source The beginning and also the end A place called home Familiar surroundings family, friends gather round To share with the weary traveler, and his journeys tale I always enjoy going home But this is the home of my childhood I must leave when things have cleared To continue on with my life But at last looking outside the floods have stoped The way is clear for yet another journey Ed W Kardash Copyright �2005 Ed W Kardash
