the evening rose

Journey ‘s End

Where slightest mistake leads to pit-less fall
What a colorful life I have left behind
1 don’t know, how I could’ve lived at all
With such weak heart and so poor a mind

Had you not helped me with your love, my Lord
At every treacherous, slippery, frightening bend
How could I, with all wrong moves, afford
To come at last to the journey’s rightful end!