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Verse No. 13
"The road is long," he said to me,
And I ignored him. I
Set out to pack my things—enough
To make sure I'd not die.
Four years I spent, along that path,
Not knowing where it lead;
But just as I could see the end,
I stopped, and bowed my head.
I stopped some time, yes—there I stood.
I tried to make amends—
Just with myself—to justify
This journey—where it lead.
I heard his voice, behind me, say
"It's not too late to turn
Around." It wasn't—he was right—
That voice that I had heard.
© Emilia Perseo Samuel Gaspar
#verse #lyric
And I ignored him. I
Set out to pack my things—enough
To make sure I'd not die.
Four years I spent, along that path,
Not knowing where it lead;
But just as I could see the end,
I stopped, and bowed my head.
I stopped some time, yes—there I stood.
I tried to make amends—
Just with myself—to justify
This journey—where it lead.
I heard his voice, behind me, say
"It's not too late to turn
Around." It wasn't—he was right—
That voice that I had heard.
© Emilia Perseo Samuel Gaspar
#verse #lyric
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