Though the day be long...

This is the second journal entry I ever made... just a month after my 16th birthday. You'd think it would have been something about getting my licence or in fact, failing to get my licence on the first try... but no... it was a poem...

Though the day be long

And the nights be cold

Though the mountains be high

And the rivers bold

I will find my place

in the world's confusion.

I'll not see the hell,

But instead the illusion.

While I travel the roads

While I still sing my song

I will not wrong the rights

though I might write the wrong

I will follow my heart

To wherever it takes me

Through Heaven or else

Far away though they may be

And all the while

I'll remember a friend

And I'll sing my own song

Till the end comes the end.