I’m not sure how long I’ve been at it—
Walking aimlessly for miles,
Straying further and further away
From the oasis of your embrace.

With no real reason to escape
More than feeling ashamed
For the things that I’ve done,
The things that I said.

And despite the hurt that I brought,
The pain that I caused,
The way I behaved,
You never turned your back.

Even as you saw me walk away,
Your eyes asked me to stay.
You kept your arms open,
Hoping my mind would change.

So, after miles of stubbornness
I finally turn around

There is no point in straying
When I can run back to your arms.