It began as a mistake
Like the rain it fell, Upon my innocent soul, Soaking it deep, turning My heart weak and weary Tribulation hooks my hand Walking down red Sea, disguised Trouble ambush, weariness frown With passion looking around Is this really a mistake or fate? I cried. Suffering repeated mistreated, peeping Through the windows, whispering To the air I continue Asking the same question.. Is this really a mistake or fate? Dilemma stood beside me smiling, Lingering loud to my innermost, Wearing garment of confus
