Most of the time...it's the bumpier roads that allow us the prettier scenery.
Most of the time...it's the detours that show us what we're really made of.
Most of the time....it's the darkest valleys that teach us how to stand tallest on the mountains.
And all the time?
It's after days and days and days of storms and rain and storms and rain......
well, that's when the best days come.
They always come.....if we stick to the course and just keep traveling the paths
we are meant to take. And I don't believe in pots of gold at ends of rainbows.....
I believe in streets of gold after all the rainbows....at the end of all our journeys.
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