Traces

Walking down the road looking for a purpose; wondering why so much of life can come and hurt us - Crossed the dam over the flowing river, saw all those cracks it made me shiver - Sometimes it gets hard to see the traces, here and there, now and then found in passing faces - There's nothing greater through all the difficult miles, than to look into the eyes of a sweet child and see hope, undefiled - We all get old and worn out, but there really is a Way to find what this is all about - So let that forlorn tear run down your wrinkled old cheek, and never forget earth and heaven belong to the small, the lonely and the meek -