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

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