We are all children, you and I.
We have come along way on very short roads.
The bumps are many and the smooth roads few.
Each twist and turn in the path lead to longer roads.
Take my hand.
Sometimes I'll fall apart, give me your heart.
My love will call. Friendship travels from hill and dale.
Growing stronger everyday.
Fear and calm line the path.
God is the guide.
Life is the gate.
Ragingheart
Rhonda Davis
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/take-my-hand-9/
