Straying from the Path

Take my hand I'll follow you.

Where you go I will go too.

 

They say that, it'll start to hurt,

When we stray, from rodes of dirt.

 

So hold my hand, and grip it tight!

We won't follow the path tonight.

This poem is about: 
Me

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