The things that i've been thinking of,
never seem to rise above,
what my relatives would have me do.
I'm guess i'm liking a mourning dove,
sinking low without any love.
Life goes on, the old and the new.
My thoughts a' churning,
the fire burning,
yearning to be set loose.
The things I want, need,
will they come to pass?
Will my hunger for freedom cease?
My dying soul, be appeased?
My hopes and dreams....
are they to crass?
I pray to thee, Blessed Be,
Gentle Lady of the Free.
Guide me through,
with patience and strength,
Helping me stay far away from the brink,
that would pull me asunder, into the chasm of doom...
I will be joining thee soon....one with the Goddess.