I’ve been mistook,
a child gone lost
is what they say I
caused great cost.

So I circle this dark
tunnel I run is fun.
Until the remarks I
expect to be some.

Such blessed dear
love I’ve received it
I hold dear but I am
at times so unfit.

I’ll run down this
dark void of defeat.
I’ll run down this
road blistered feet.

Until the next time
we meet dear love,
think good things of
things I am above.

I can conquer this,
for you I am demure
to the bone I wander
unto you the cure.