The last road
It's lonely as I struggle down this road
The way constantly gets harder
and steeper with more rocks to trip me up
Sometimes a friend will watch
And offer words of support
But words don't smooth the way
The four truths can help
If I can only absorb them
The suffering exists
The suffering has a cause
There will be an end to the suffering
There is a way to ease the way
And there will be an end.
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