I walked among the crowded thorns. br I stood too close and bled. br I fought the devil with his own horns, br And I saw myself lay dead. br br What was my name? Whom could I inquire? br I was so shamed; my soul.. so tired. br br I ran into some darkened thoughts, br some hatred that was tucked away. br I did not survive the war I fought. br I could not fight another day. br br Who had I become? Where had I gone? br I was lost somehow. What had I done? br br I stopped and looked at where I stood, br no new direction left for me to take. br I would change it all, if only I could, br but that is why it is called my mistake.