My soul is ragged as the bags under my eyes
As I lay in my silent bed
Forced to let Past creep under the covers
By day I run like the wind away from her,
But Past is cunning
And knows that in sleep,
I cannot escape her.

My heart is as aching as the lump in my throat
As I say farewell to a love that cannot hear me
To he who stands on the very sands where we promised forever
And who once was my soul, is now a stranger.
A year has passed and the love that has kept me captive
Is finally setting me free.

My mind is as restless as my open eyes
Who wish to see with them new places and new people
And open ears who wish to hear the music of distant lands
And a waiting mouth that wishes to speak the languages of many
And with that gift of language, bring together two peoples as one.

My soul is waiting. My heart is anew. My mind is open. My time for my life to begin is now.