The gates to my heart are opening.
I think I maybe falling?
Into what, I do not know.
What are these things I am feeling?
What should I do with them? Where should I go.
Little mattered to me once-a-pon a time.
Now all is throne apon the floor.
I must make my life balnced.
I must make my life whole.
I must make my life a place. That I can call home.
We live for fun.
We live for joy.
We live to have little girls and boys.
We cair for one another, in times of need.
But how do we know when we are true-ly free.
Free to love.
Free to cair.
Free to have and to shair.
To be a part of the great whole.
To live in what we all can call home.