The Road

By Russell Robison

The road leads many places,
Into valleys we all know.
Where the shadows are the rulers,
Doesn't matter where you go.

But indeed the journey taken,
Still exceeds the effort spent.
For we learn along that highway,
Doesn't matter where we're sent.

No one escapes the struggle,
As we all have scars too dear.
Its just part of your tuition,
That's required for being here.

Don't let the ride escape you,
Don't let it pass you by.
It matters not how high you climb,
But that you learn to fly.