Thread: Perils Of Eternal Souls

Snow falls across peoples searching eyes like a falling star.
Our minds wonder where we went and how we got where we are.
Scurrying about everyone tries best to play it cool.
A person plans like Alexander, and plays like a fool.
In a world where waning hope comes and goes like the weather,
Our hearts have to be even more durable than leather.
For when fate thrusts at us and cuts deeper than a sharp blade,
It is by our own will for strength we must get needed aid.
So much twists the road of destiny, it is hard to steer.
May the vision of grace fast make to us our pathway clear.
Though the rain coming down is cold, and the sky might be gray,
We all resolve to press onward so we can find our way.