walking through

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i’ll walk into your forests 
and in the shadows of your mind 
i’ll walk along these winding paths
to see what i might find

i’ll walk when i am tired 
and when my feet are light 
and i walk beyond these city streets 
and out into the night 

i’ll walk when i am high 
and when i’m feeling low 
and i’ll walk out on your prairies 
to feel the winds of change blow 

and i’ll walk to feel the music 
i see dancing in your eyes 
and i’ll walk along these open roads 
underneath uncertain skies 

and i’ll walk into the garden 
where the seeds of love are sown 
and i’ll walk when you’re holding my hand 
and i’ll walk when i’m alone 

and i’ll walk when i am hungry 
and when my shoes are worn 
and i’ll walk into the quiet
and i’ll walk into the storm 

and i’ll walk with the rich 
and i’ll walk with the poor 
and i’ll walk into your house 
and i’ll walk across your floor 

and i’ll walk beyond your boundaries 
and the paintings in your halls 
and i’ll walk beyond your borders 
and i’ll walk beyond your walls 

and i’ll walk with your lies 
then i’ll walk out of my skin 
and i’ll walk with a different color on 
to look in your eyes again 

and i’ll walk behind these signs 
and i’ll walk across your land 
and i’ll walk with you 
whether you’re a woman or a man 

and i’ll walk with joy 
and i’ll walk with death 
and i’ll walk into the darkness 
to feel your breath 

and i’ll walk with pain 
and i’ll walk out in the cold 
and i’ll walk to hear these children laugh 
and i’ll walk until i’m old 

and i’ll walk with trouble 
when the hour’s getting late 
but i will not walk with fear 
and i will not walk with hate 

and i’ll walk with hope 
until my soles are thin 
then i’ll walk out of this world 
and i’ll crawl back in

Greg Alston is a gardener, cook, father and some other things, too.