When will a breath be spelled for me
Which will lift me from my heavy stay
A whisper of hope so I can fly with the clouds
A gush of excitement to see another place.
I sit in the bosom of a hollow stone frame
With a wish to be carried to the beyond
Where ill see the grass wave at me
And watch as the blue grows near.
Will I be lucky to be taken
On one ride up and down
So I can be buried happily in a land basked in sunlight
In the stead of a dark cave of silence.
Will it ever happen or will I wilt alone
On the stem that I was born on
Not seeing a single sight more.