Just Dirt
It was the way he moved on it
The struggles he did bear
The dirt that covered his tears
Marking a path that many may had trod
But never one as innocent as he
He bore more than our part
With great pain he fell to the dirt below
He used all his might to carry on
Working through the pain heading for that rugged tree
It was just dirt that cushioned his steps
But it was his love that saved us.
Mws R Writings 