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The Path
Die to me no more
I never made it any law
But choose me again and again
Until you've made your lane
Cry to me no more
It's your line of anchor
A suffice within your premise,
Should not be your source of demise
Dance to the winds with joy
It's not a measure up to troy
Stay the course with grit
Only then will the path be lit
Walk like you own it
It's not a cruz for warning
Neither is it a story of paradox
Or actions qualified as orthodox
© Noble Echep
I never made it any law
But choose me again and again
Until you've made your lane
Cry to me no more
It's your line of anchor
A suffice within your premise,
Should not be your source of demise
Dance to the winds with joy
It's not a measure up to troy
Stay the course with grit
Only then will the path be lit
Walk like you own it
It's not a cruz for warning
Neither is it a story of paradox
Or actions qualified as orthodox
© Noble Echep
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