I am an old soul.
Made new in the rays of each sunrise
I am runner.
Made loyal to the limits of the ground I tread
I am a foolish heart.
Made sagacious by the love of a disorderly sea
I am doubtful.
Made faithful by the roots of steadfast trees
I am fearful.
Made valiant in the tongues of unquenchable fire

I am not what nature intended
but what became of its mercy
The lessons I have learned
are the scars I was fortunate to receive
Though not incredibly considerable,
I am my only copy
My soul should not be repeated
My mind should not revealed
My heart should not be unguarded

I am a sinner.
Made to be forgiven