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THE LOST BOY The lost boy felt like crying, as he wandered through the night. The woods kept getting darker, as the tears he'd try to fight. The tracks he'd made to follow out, had all filled up with snow. Little did he realize, how hard the wind would blow. He kept walking, he kept wandering, he now felt so alone. He felt hunger, cold and tired, just wishing he were home. The moon began casting shadows across the fresh new snow. With every step he'd taken, his fear began to grow. All the courage he thought he had, had finally turned to fear. With panic filling-up his mind, he thought the end was near. The lost boy tripped and fell, he went crashing to the ground. "Relax," he heard him tell himself, and then he settled down. Looking upward at the moon he studied, a star filled midnight sky. Seeing their positions, recalled just where each were and why. The fear he once had melted, as he realized where he was at. He rushed straight home happy, after arising from where he sat. The lost boy turned into a man, and distingushed east from west. He mastered what he already knew, as his mind brought out it's best. He learned that courage is not the absence of any hidden fear. Only the mastery of it all, when a mind is sound and clear. |
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