Alone on my swing, I sit and I think, of my being. What have I become and who will I be.
Where am I now and where will I be.
Breathing and clearing all the screams I am hearing, I swing away from the tears I am fearing.
With each pause, I think of my cause. As the world spins, I sit here and watch in distraught, as I wait for a soul to bring me back home.
In the fortress of my solitude, I hear the wind whisper as I reach for the sky.
“Don’t fear dear child, the sky is yours and home is near.”
Swing, I swing, alone on my swing…