Walking
Walk by my side
I will not be looking back
As we follow the iron rails
On the wood between the tracks.
We had tried to love,
The city left behind,
But the words rang hollow
In their locked-down minds.
So we carry these belongings
(what few that remains us)
With a Story to tell
And a Faith that sustains us.
Somewhere up ahead
Is a whole different place
Where they love a good story
And won’t spit in our face.
For I’m weary of people
Who share the same Name
Fighting each other;
They should be ashamed.
So I go to a place
With a Story to tell,
To make family from strangers,
Drinking Life from the Well.
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