The Path

The path is long adn winding

Sometimes hard, sometimes soft

Going left, going right

Following the neverending path

Facing obstacles

Helping those in need

This is the path

I'm walking the path with my head held high

I've stumbled and tripped

I've cursed and cried

And still I've gotten up

Because to walk this path is an honor

To walk this path is my pride

So with my friends beside me

But on their own paths

I walk and defeat and taste victory on

The path