Forward
It's a slippery slope At dawn lost, every rope But this time with a ladder Stepping on, would I utter History may print dark trails Still, I would never look back with wails Even if everything is stripped away God remains in me, People may gossip whatever they think of me; Outer person, anyway, is all they see Can't cause me to ululate I got inner peace. Their umbrages, I'll forgive instead.
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