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The Journey Of Four

Walking hand in hand,
Don’t know where we stand.
Walking side by side,
No decision yet to decide.

As we walking around,
Our journey printed on the ground.
In searching for our mission,
That will lead us new direction.

As we searched, we saw these children,
Whose faces painted all the burdens.
As we appeared quietly on them,
It was like searching a precious gem.

As Ludy started telling them a story,
They listened so attentively.
Can’t really shook this feeling,
Seeing their faces blooming.

As the story came to an end,
Telling them to mend.
To be free from sin,
For a new life to begin.

As Hilda conducted them a prayer,
That led their ways to be stronger.
To forget what they suffer,
And so long to anger.

As Russ took them some pictures,
Seeing their faces captured.
Grim shimmered on their faces,
That vanished with their innocence.

As I wrote this journey,
Not just to make a story.
But to prove our courage,
When each task was engaged.

This was the journey of four,
That never had done this before.
To give ourselves a chance,
To a new chapter of life to glance.

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