I went by a route followed by my heart,
I doubted once, but lead on the path.
Just as a traveller, thinking long as I stood,
For a price I would pay, to walk that route.
Beauty in struggle,
Feelings in pain.
There are lessons that are learnt,
From the trials we make.
Some lessons are tough,
For they scrape our hearts.
Often we are misunderstood,
If you are too honest to chart.
We must live in the snow,
If we value the spring.
And wait for the right moment,
When the Robins could again sing.