Travai-logue

The first step always the hardest;
do remember the first time I travel
from north to south, east to west
I walked, ran, and began to stumble.

Have thought can't go another day
for something inside me is broken...
as if my heart is bleeding each day;
I knew am wounded but unshaken!

My road to success wasn't easy
fate was cruel, chances were rare;
life has its way of denying me...
I have failed if did not try to dare.

From this, no pain no gain I say
in everything there is an end...
believe we can, and wait patiently-
then, come our own Garden of Eden!