I fear that I will step awry
A fear that's kept me shackled long
I know on some days I'll get by
On others I will sure step wrong.
But if I turn the wrong direction
I can always shift my way
And if I fail to make correction
Morning brings another day.
So I go on with this in mind:
That no mistake is permanent
And if in fear myself I find
I tell myself with good intent:
That if time fails remorse to dull
Then death itself will make it null.
