Along this broken path of life I walk.
Stumble I shall...but fall?
and rot.
So again I stand to face the many miles.
Only 16 I've gone...
Yet, still have I, 84 more trials.
Give me at least a hand to hold.
Then maybe I wouldn't feel so alone.
But I know it to be true...
that this broken road was made for me,
not for you.