Steady
The road is hard, the load heavy
And you might think you're ready
To travel it alone

Wary
Know that life is so scary
Only a few people will carry
You when you stumble on the stones

Nary
Of these road, though they vary
Can break you if you don't tarry
A movement of muscle and bone

Verily
Life will never treat you fairly
But wander, my dear, only rarely
And soon you'll be where you choose to go