The day is gray, it’s wrapped in sadness
some of the clouds are crying rain.
Today I tried to run from madness
to flee from darkness and the pain.
My chest tied up as I get ready
I feel my life comes to an end
my breath comes flat and still it’s steady
I’m too broken to amend
Under the trees with nature’s touch
I walk up through rock and stone
I feel the hurt gets far too much
instead of lessened it has grown.
Why do some people always hurt me
make me feel like I’m far too low
to be loved, God, hear my plea
it’s time for me that I would know.
My eyes in tears I follow traces
of deer, of wolves; hunters and prey.
The wolf who tore me, has many faces
I think remorse is not his way.
Many hours later, I reached my goal
I stood and heard the eagle’s cry.
I only wish my injured soul
had strength enough to go and fly.
Go my soul, fly free, go home.
Where there’s peace and you are safe
spread your wings and let you roam’
don’t think back and leave my grave.
Love and peace and lights are waiting
Heaven’s where you do belong.
nobody hurts, no pain and no one’s hating
there you can sing, and dance , grow strong.
Your stay on Earth proves too much trouble
you don’t belong, here you can’t sing.
There’s too much pain for you in double.
Go, fly home – on Angel’s wing!
(Copyright: Aurora Jean Alexander, November 2016)