Walking the path that holds all the secrets.
Living the dream that you never imagine.
Hunting the roads where cars seldom travel.
Believing the faith that the trees whisper.
Trying to just make it to see another day.
All the way standing with a smile beaming from your face.
That is the life that you want.
This is the journey that you want to take.
Not caring about the hurt that it brings.
Only thinking about seeing another day.
The ones that used to walk with you have fallen off.
Now there are some that are new that hang by your side.
This is your new walk and I like your stride.
Misconception 