My life is on the list
of all the heretics,
I won't bother defending
or pretending
they'll light the end.
I don't examine,
the broken cannot mend
Once the letter sends,
it sails far into the ocean.
Remember clicking
once to a heart beat,
rushing for the best seat
next to daddy
a car, a sun-day driving
beautiful scenery.....
The worlds two between,
flaming at all my green trees,
and an image I wished to be,
A need for cradling knees.....
The Earth raises up with its pleas
and doubt only I can believe.