I do not know what this is,
But I will say one thing,
You don't wish,
All that you done and all that you did,
That was a bad wish,
Is surly your own dish.
For the innocent ride, I did stay,
Along the right way,
However, the choices' I did sway, lay along your own median way.
It is your mark,
I declare,
And God knows what you did dare,
To do.
Now the black mark, lay upon you.
You dare to put me through, what you yourself,
Couldn't do.
All I have to say is,
Well,
Thank you.
For now I know my heart is pure, without that stain,
That you yourself, didn't refrain, when you tried to move my train.
All praise be to God,
For the choices' I made,
Or your soul would have surly paid.
Lucky I stayed in tune,
But you will feel,
An unhealthy doom.
Not a good code of conduct did you follow,
Thank you for the mercy you did declare to borrow,
On my name,
An innocent child,
What right did you have,
To pass a future,
By, Your own wish.
I have one thing to say,
I think for myself,
My own way.
And no matter if I accept it,
Or declare to miss,
I know I am pure,
From your unhealthy mark,
Good luck, in what you did start.
