I tread canyons unseen by the sun,
My eyes have grown weary with strain
My next foot-fall may fail for the ground is unseen,
But stopping now carries no gain.
I have no place to rest for the night,
Some weeds and a rock for my bed.
I can't tarry too long, for the hour is late—
Too heavy the message unsaid.
I am tired, unable to stand;
My soul, it refuses to move,
But a purpose runs through me, abiding and sure,
And that strength, I am ready to prove.
My eyes are fixed ahead—whatever
Befalls me here, it doesn't matter.
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