Pilgrims 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
I 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 write
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