The Walking Man

The walking man keeps walking through fire and through ice
He never doubles back or walks the same path twice
Though there may not be tolls, there always is a price.
The walking man keeps walking through fire and through ice

The walking man keeps walking and will not be deterred
Every step with growing pace of strides too long deferred
With every mile he leaves behind the places where he erred
The walking man keeps walking and will not be deterred

The walking man keeps walking on dirt and grass and stone
Occasionally with company; more often times alone
His footsteps ringing echoes of the troubles he has known
The walking man keeps walking on dirt and grass and stone

The walking man keeps walking not slowly nor too fast
Not shying from the future, not running from the past
But taking every step as if it might be the last
The walking man keeps walking not slowly nor too fast.

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