Walking on the road of life
It's dusty, I'm barefoot, but I've gotta try
I'd like to walk with you, I wont lie
But our paths seem to be separate
And we cant just stop on a dime
We keep going, like it or not
Even though we might wana cry
And I'll keep pressing on
Although, I've gotta admit, it's hard sometimes
Relationships die
And try as I might
My life must re-begin
But I'll always have hope
That our paths will cross again
-Steven Cox
Fall 2001
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