Missing the ball and chain
That once bounded me in pain
And sorrow.
Now comes the time I must
Get in tune
With nature
My true surroundings.
I must become as one
With nature
To let Mother take care
Of me,
Heal my wounded heart with
With her tender kindness
I shall not fear
Her wraith upon those
That have declared war
On me.
11/24/09
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