Time to move on

She sat down With a big frown And a face so forlorn Mind and body so worn Wondering if the battle was won. Recalling all the happenings That led to the current wonderings

Blow away wind blow away

Swaying in one direction, is the only action In one rhythm as though in a hymn From right to left, is the only thing left Whether sturdy or small, whether weak or tall As the dictator indicates

A Way there'll always be

Hard and tiresome the journey may be, Tired and worn you may be, Discouraging they may be, Disheartened you may be, But remember, a way there’ll always be.