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Rocky and dusty,

Have been the roads on my path.

I am just a mortal,

Not spared from the wrath.

With friends and dear ones,

With me on my way.

Some to abandon me in misery,

Others always there to stay.

I welcome each with open arms,

Welcome to my life.

Had some of you not been there,

To hit my back with knife.

How would I learn the value,

Of a friend in need.

Had some of you not been there,

To pat my back with pride.

How would I learn to move on,

When no one is there on my side.

Moving...