A Question For The Ages
A question for the ages
Who am I to dream
Of golden castles
Of guilded mountaintops
Of far away lands ripe with riches
Is it the place of a common man to aspire to such heights
Is the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow merely a fable
Or a predictor
Of things that might well be
Of brave pioneering souls
Of self fulfilling prophecy
Are my blood, sweat and tears in vain
Or will this long, rocky road lead to fulfillment
To these questions I have answers not
Of these dreams I have no guarantee
Of one thing I am certain
I must walk the path of my choosing
And bend like a tree in the breeze
Though I can never be sure what lies around the next curve
My soul must travel on
With courage and character
With honesty and love
Because tomorrow the sun will rise
The earth will turn
And the road will still be there
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