Journey begun without an ending
Search high and low for beconing light
May be to hasty in my decision
Left at first when day was light...

Seems to me..I run too quickly
No map nor compass I employ
Left my true love by the wayside
My grown up man who is a boy...

Understanding self my true realization
I'm not ready to be so tied...
Were it not with thoughts of preservation
To know my dear one I had lied?

Someday when.. I know not yet love
When I am sure my heart is true
I will find my way to happiness
And at the end..Will I find you?