Writers 
There are many men walking under a great big sky,
But each has a dream that's close at hand.
The one walks by the water, the other walks by the rain.
One goes up in joy and one in pain.
Roads and tales different,
Some go up mountains and some fell and stumbled.
One prospereth, one languisheth,
One finds opportunity, one finds gates.
Many men start in a similar fashion,
However, life is unique on each heart.
Some seek a wife, some seek fame,
Some fight their battles merely to obtain relief.
One strolls gently, never to look back,
There is another running proudly on his own path.
There are light and dark ways,
However, each trip has purpose within.
Don't look down on the way someone walks,
You might not be aware of what he carries around with him.
Comparing your chapter with his is not allowed,
Each man's journey is his own.
The path may curve, the way may turn.The "path" might be crooked, road might be curved.
All beginnings lead to an end, however.
The important thing is how you walk your way,
Courage to rise and faith in everyday.
Numerous men, various ways, various dreams,
Various fights behind the smiles and screams.
But wherever you go you go to roam,
Walk with purpose make your walk your own.