We place before ourselves
Our challenges and goals
We hope to overcome
Our barriers and holes
Though some be external
The toughest lie inside
Of which to overcome
May our friends be our guide
Carrying us above
To more than we are now
On that sea made of dreams
They’re the guide at the bow
For even goals external
Are best conquered with aid
From those who care about
How our lives are outlaid
Monday, January 4, 2010
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