The Etymon

On the excursion of me where to start discovery of self ended with broken heart As a little word causing so much pain to seek what is out there so much to gain Similar to those around but not as profound looking to others but guilt was my endless hound Not knowing they sought the same faults as I if there was a word in pictionary it would be cry Sad enough yet life said why die life found me yet I was so wanting how would I ever break free Yet unkown to me I had a Father who left His thrown to live a perfect life to suffer bleed and died alone the Word found me bleeding dying I was not so atoned I put faith in you Jesus for it was never about me anyway by etymology it is all about you the truth the life the way