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
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 5:15 PM UTC
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