I was walking down the path of my life. The flowers were in bloom. The trees were green with life. The skies were a beautiful blue.

Somewhere along my way, I must have taken a wrong turn. There was no “Do Not Enter” sign. I miss-stepped to my doom.

The road became less traveled. The road began to fall and rise. The road took me far from the blooming flowers. The road leads me to die.

I’ve lost my way. It’s cold and lonely. Occasionally I hear a voice from afar. Sometimes I meet a meadow, and linger to find the strength to carry on.

My children, they are with me. They’re depending on me to find my way. But my children they are heavy, and I’m weighed down day by day.

If only I could take refuge in the shade of a tall green tree. If only I could rest my weary heart or someone could carry me. If only I could see the path of my life where I once walked unknowingly.

I do not know where I am. I don’t know how I arrived. I only remember where I was, and that one day I will die.