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What have I done with my life?

I stepped into a puddle,
My shirt got stained,
I had unprotected sex,
Fuck, what have I done with my life?

I can pinpoint
Every mistake,
And every wrong step,
But then I would have to stop walking.

For 1 out of 300 steps,
I got mad.
The one wrong way I went,
Was greater than the other
299.

Don't punish yourself,
For stepping in the puddle,

Don't punish yourself,
For your mistakes,

And don't punish yourself,
For that one wrong path.

Because you are beautiful.

You can change the world.
At your very young age,
There is not an action,
That could hinder you.

Let nothing stop you,
and follow your heart,
Because a beautiful soul like you,
should lead into this world,

with a warm smile.
And nothing else.

You are great love,
don't let anyone change that.
Because hidden between you,
lies a warm heart,

That no one can take from you.

Te quiero =].
Daniel

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