When I was young, I feared no thing
The world was mine to claim
I danced through winter, summer, fall
And well knew my own name
When I grew up, I wandered far
The woods and streams I loved
With rock and root beneath my feet
With sun and moon above
When I first loved another’s touch
And felt the ache of need
I knew no other thought but want
My lust became my greed
When I betrayed my father’s way
And I would bleed within
My only thought was my own hurt
I learned not from my sin
When I would dance too close to Death
I hid not from his sight
I dared and cursed and begged him then
To take and hold me tight
When I could not escape the grief
The brutal inner war
I sat and wept and gave it up
And took my name once more
When I forgave myself at last
And sought hope in a friend
It melted like a mist at morn
And too soon did it end
When I returned to what I knew
The haven of the wild
My heart was safely hidden there
No more the wandering child
When I ask now, what should I do
And who am I to be
The only voice I will regard
Is mine, my own, and me
When I am old, and still alone
Within the twilight wood
I pray that I can say I tried
To be, to do, some good
