I walked the path that was made for me
But up ahead, I couldn’t see
It turned a sharp left, in mystery
Now I’m bereft of the confidence I normally keep
All that once was strength and ease
Now like fiction and hard to believe
Hunched back and sheepish feet
Carry me on as a timid breeze
But this I know, and this I need
As my Lover clasps my hand
I shall continue on, and breathe
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