I have been away, I know
Something inside longs to see you
As though this tree —
worn out,
leaflessly spreading it’s arms upward
I’m peering from beneath
Seeing little streaks of light
It’s dark
It’s suffocating
Looking up
I yearn to feel
The warmth of your embrace
It’s time I come out
From this cave of doom
Lead me, Lord
Lead me out
And let me fly freely again
Little Chirps