Beat Down

sometimes I wonder

why I always take the hard way

why I have to beat my own path

out of brush and thorn

pulling up the roots

and breaking off the branches

that smack my face

those keep out

stay back

don’t you dare

 

it gets awfully lonely

doing all the hard work

my hands get pretty raw

my feet get pretty torn

my heart gets pretty broken

In the end I keep walking

you can hear yourself think

out here

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