Headstrong I was called
Wayward child of my times
Finding the road ill paved
Dips and rocks scattered in the way
I journeyed to the darkest of dawns
Life kept hammering at my soul
Pushing me to make choices
Wanting solid ground I went on
Laughing at it all I walked strong
Guided by my inner voices
Full circle I have gone around the world
Silently keeping my path
Sunrise at my back I am assured now
That what is my life has always been
Made by staying heart strong.
25 April 2005
7:30 am
California