We all cross the bridge of life
That leads us home to a land that we’ve forgotten
But the path that is less traveled upon
Leads us to salvation
A bird sings its spirit’s song
A bee hums its heart’s melody
And the path less traveled leads me to salvation
The lives that grows toward the sky are a carpet to the forest
They are soft when I stumble
Upon my own Imperfections
The dreams that live on a path less traveled
Are dreams as big as your heart
So let the wind lead you to the bridge
On the path less traveled
That leads you to Salvation
Ottilia W. moved to the Roanoke Valley before starting at Cave Spring High School as a 9th grader. Her interests include writing poetry, reading, and playing scrabble. She looks forward to further expanding her writer's portfolio.
That leads us home to a land that we’ve forgotten
But the path that is less traveled upon
Leads us to salvation
A bird sings its spirit’s song
A bee hums its heart’s melody
And the path less traveled leads me to salvation
The lives that grows toward the sky are a carpet to the forest
They are soft when I stumble
Upon my own Imperfections
The dreams that live on a path less traveled
Are dreams as big as your heart
So let the wind lead you to the bridge
On the path less traveled
That leads you to Salvation
Ottilia W. moved to the Roanoke Valley before starting at Cave Spring High School as a 9th grader. Her interests include writing poetry, reading, and playing scrabble. She looks forward to further expanding her writer's portfolio.
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