The traiveler

I traveled on solid ground
That's when I had a way of life
When we aren't exposed touch of the world.
Then I traveled on shaky ground
That's when we begin to do different things in life and just simply make a mess
Of what we could of been best.
Then here comes stormy ground
We try some hard to get it together  with out direction
Wishing our lives  could rewind
Unfortunately not this time.
We try all we can
Just to begin again.
Falling deeper into sin
Until someone tells us about
God
The only way to be free from sin..