‘You made your bed’, so the saying goes
When they chide your life and deplore your ways
But the edge it holds is the saddest thing
For it breaks your heart and it leaves a sting

No one’s choice is to always be
The big ‘mistake’ that’s all they see
It makes one timid and it makes one shy
When you’re all alone and you stop to cry

It haunts the soul and it breaks the heart
When no one gives you another start
But God alone says, “Try again…
My love for you is still the same