Pilgrim's Progress

I sat me down to write a simple story

which maybe in the end became a song

In trying to find the words which might begin it

I found these were the thoughts I brought along

At first I took my weight to be an anchor

and gathered up my fears to guide me round

but then I clearly saw my own delusion

and found my struggles further bogged me down

In starting out I thought to go exploring

and set my foot upon the nearest road

In vain I looked to find the promised turning

but only saw how far I was from home

In searching I forsook the paths of learning

and sought instead to find some pirate's gold

In fighting I did hurt those dearest to me

and still no hidden truths could I unfold

I sat me down to write a simple story

which maybe in the end became a song

The words have all been writ by one before me

We're taking turns in trying to pass them on

Oh, we're taking turns in trying to pass them on