The glistening brook,
Let me be the leaf carried down stream
The water washing away layers of years past
To be constantly moving
Not anchored to this place I call home
To glide over rocks polishing the wounds of the past
The quiet nights when not even a whisper disturbs my peace
To fall and know that I will be swept away
Into a land of freedom where tomorrow does not exist
A place where tranquility comes and we become one
Running away from the fears and falling into the abyss