Here are a myriad of reasons
Why fate evaded my confrontation
Why on earth would she speak to me again?
For It was I, who who made my own bed
Though I did not sleep-
In it, was but a bed of nails
I shudder to say more
For I fear her sister destitute will arise
With a plight beyond my might
To make me suffer for the pain I have inflicted
Are remorseful acts I was once addicted-
To, many bad habits I once carried
Around my neck was an anchor disguised as a necklace
These days, I found forgiveness with God
But truth be told,
I'm far from being refined
Too many stones, so much wasted time
Rivers did I cry by night
Through valleys of fog, lurking with bogs
Is my journey filled, until I reach Heaven with nigh
God's lonley man,
He can be seen during the day,
During the night
Pray for me and so will I,
That our travels may be rewarded
Though sinner's you and I.
