untie me from this earth and let me go
he is beauty divine and I am nothing but his
free me from this man who I do not know
I want to be mine and be taken away from this

barefeet on needles and sticks among pines
I rub them in my palms, impress little lines
I fail to count the thousands of eyes
squeezing the seeds out and whisper goodbyes

nobody ever really talks about it
most everybody has thought about it
there is more relief, than the actual action,
thinking about the release and reaction.