It is I who turned my back on love
I that is to blame
I who could not grieve at all
Guilty in my shame

I who did not understand
I who did not care
I that lived without all hope
A lost soul bruised and bare

I who walked the wilderness
Alone I chose to be
The barren isolation, its lure
Seducing me

Miles walked with sorrow
Miles walked with pain
Miles that in time to come
I will walk again

For love comes at price
It will not spare me pain
It will not spare me from my grief
When I love and lose again

Love did not turn on me
She whispers to me softly now
“Let go and let love be”

South African Client, aged 41