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Created on: August 23, 2009 Last Updated: August 26, 2009
Further Down the Road.
He laid aside his sword for our battle was done.
It no longer mattered who had lost or who had won.
In turn my shield dropped, I wouldn't need it any more.
The war would be over as soon as I walked out the door.
So with a backward smile for the days of gold
I drifted toward tomorrow further down the road.
If I had looked for him I would not have seen him there.
My eyes were dazzled by the road's bright glare.
Did he look back at me before I had gone too far?
Maybe he saw me reaching for yet another star.
Now with a lighter heart and a spirit of gold,
I'm looking at tomorrow further down the road.
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