Thoughts are laden with things that burden
Doesn't go out of sight even when cast aside
Laying buried with them
He whispers, Come

Detours and bends never seems to end
Finding the way however you may
Journeying alone, always
He says, Come, my child

Life spins us round in a merry go round
Dizzy with happiness and at times sadness
Unsettled it is
He beckons, Come, my child, be safe in me