Make me free
from the horrors and so called spoils of human war
for to linger to lead to a chore.
My feelings flounder on an island beach
thus haunted words out of reach
soon to beat visions about to breach.
Let hearts be broken
sentences made of tokens.
Let me escape to what is forbidden to see
the wave of the clouds already out to sea.
If part of me should escape
expecting lessons of lesser fear.
Watch fields of butterflies talk to trees
all to help me walk free.
Would i not be able to count
transgressions that all will amount.
so what if you claim denial
I would surely make the clock redial.
So set the hand to free
Let the compass in this kingdom of separation
provide the passage to embarkation.