I've began to think

That this life ain't for me,

That I was born into a less peaceful humanity.

I once was blind but now see

Far beyond the Eagles vision, over the vast blue sea.

Is there paradise waiting for me?

Maybe some day, in some way

You'll come my way

To enjoy this peace that grows deep

Like the roots of a tree.

So as I fade away

Do not be sad, for I am glad.

Out has gone the bad

Finally reunited with the stars

Healing all of these unseen scars.

Published by Josh Sepsey