I beg of you to let me go
I fear of us we'll come to harm
Although I know your spirit warm
And deep, endearing your charm

Instead, my dear, I beg of you
To let me fly with my sisters
Who'll quell and soothe my spirit's blisters
With balm of Love, passion's mixture

You're blessing but you see me cynical
Cast ghosts on me, that make me cold
The judgement my mind appalled
As if I had been cut down, felled

Bestow the act of greatest kindness
And sever the yoke around my Heart
Let me, curious, depart
And my future start