Life is a twisty path
Full of stones and sticks,
Sunshine and rainstorms
And pretty flowers that prick.

I stub toe
And fall to the ground
Just to see a hidden treasure
Waiting to be found.

I take the wrong path
And get turned around a time or two
But my feet always lead
Me right back to you.

Together we fall
And pick ourselves up again,
But sometimes while stumbling in the dark
We end up conquering mountains.

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