Some days it feels as if all that stands before us are treacherous obstacles
The gnarled knees and elbows of a trees roots poking through the trail
A roadblock laid up from a rock fall, keeping me from your arms
Twists and turns of an unknown path, wrought with danger and derision
But through it al, we've navigated every deadfall and wreck in our path
Come out on the other side of every pitfall, stronger and more resilient
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