Awakening (Poem)

With a tiny rope and a bag of stones and all her broken wishing bones

She’s going in, she’s going home

Oh this little golden eye, fighting every day

Behind the light, behind the light

Walking faster down the street, red eyes and no shoes on her feet

Going on this journey, determined to complete

This is farewell, this is good night

The last time she will see the daylight

See the daylight

And she’s going on a journey

Always walking down the road

And the water is always calling

“My little child, please come home.”

That’s when she went away

Away from the light of day

Standing by the riverside

Patiently waiting for the tide

To come along, to come along

The waters going to her feet

And on her body wind so cold and sweet, so cold and sweet

And she’s going on a journey

Always walking down the road

And the water is always calling

“My little child, please come home.”
And the stars were brightly shining

When she reached out they were gone

And the water started calling

“My little child, please come home.”

Feel the water in her body, water’s never going out

When a shiny light hits her eye

And she climbs towards the sky

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