The sky is a blessing
The mountains are my grace
The green is my friend
My mother is none.

I am a child of the sea, the oceans and the trees
It has made it so much harder to leave

I want to breathe the fresh, fresh air.
i lay bare with corroded lungs.

Please let me go,
forgive me will the bird
forgive me will the rose
I must go.
Forgive me,
for this is not my show