By Renee   

There's nothing I haven't been through, I've been through it all.
But winning is no more than this, to rise each time you fall.
I've traveled many miles, I've walked Those lonely roads but happiness lies within our hands And always there to hold. I've broken many hearts and I've shed so many tears.
I run away from all my pain but now I face my fears. I've seen the eyes of death and I've seen them many times.
Death walked right there in front of me, if not he was behind. But I made it! Thanks to God I made it through it all! For winning is no more then this to rise each time you fall.

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Walking with an old soul R I P Kenneth D Voss 1988-2018