Where is the way back home?
These roads I have countlessly roamed
But all to no avail
No matter how much I travail
Is it left or right?
I know there should be a light
But the way is dark and perilous
The monsters trailing there, ferocious
Eventually, I chose a path
Not knowing or sure of the aftermath
But of course, it was wrong
The result of a sinner's song
Repercussions for a sin I unknowingly committed
I am not sure if my punishment will ever be remitted
But if the Creator is merciful
He saved this soul, even when unfruitful
Another chance I have been given
By words of mercy spoken
But with my soul uncovered
Somewhere along this journey, I discovered
Even if given a lamp
And alongside, a map
I still cannot tell with this poem
The Way Back Home.
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