Doors are closed against me
I’m hemmed in all around
There is no path to follow
No egress can be found

Boxed into a corner
In a maze of my own choice
Lost, alone, defeated
Until I hear that voice.

“The way that you have chosen
Is reckless, precious one
Come, take my hand, I’ll show you
The way you should have come.

I hedged you in my child,”
He explained in gentle tone
“to keep you from disaster
So I could lead you home.”