The road ahead is long and difficult.
The stones pierce,
The weeds grab at your feet,
The mud will make you slip.
Keep your eyes on the treasure to come.
There are many mountains ahead.
The sides are steep,
The rocks are loose,
The wind rushes by,
Keep your eyes on the treasure to come.
It is easy to turn on the road.
The other way is smooth,
No hills to climb,
And many travel with you. But,
Keep your eyes on the treasure to come.
You have finished your journey.
You walk on streets of gold,
Those who went the easier path,
Now walk among the coals.
Keep your eyes on the treasure to come.
done by christine .
