(Song title from The Beatles’ catalogue, by Lennon/McCartney)

Miles I have struggled,
Trudged down the manacled streets,
A lifetime spent in misery,
Surrounded in sin and tragedy,
The long and winding road I walk,
Is diseased with pain and hurt,
I bury my heart and evil soul,
To save them from death and wicked sights,
Scarred by rumours; afeard of the light.