These lines you see upon my face
Are maps of all the trails I’ve paced
Trails through meadows sweet with hay
Where little children laughed and played
Of mountains climbing to the sky

That I have crested with a smile
Of Lonely hollows dark as night
Where I have hung my head and cried
Of trails through nettles sharp as knives
I didn’t think I could survive

I have scaled many a wall
With mind And body tired and sore
So many Trails I’ve crawled and walked
In every line they are recalled
The map is printed on my face
This trail of life we all must take

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