Another Step
Photocredit to the Owner JERONE AVEL S. CANSINO I walk my my walk, my feet is sore. This trail of mud and rocks and trees Took a deep breath, the wind, the breeze. I hear the rivers and birds around. When could I start my walk of fame? Where would I place my only name? The mountains high, the ocean deep. The rivers wide and high the cliffs. The trees stand tall, their root goes deep. I long to reach the highest peaks How could get to that place I still don't know, I still don't know But in this world one thing for sure I will go on. Another step