A yearning within the heart
Crying from the soul,
Aches for lasting life.
A place where joy shall flow.
It has never known the world.
Never knew what it meant.
It was always "protected",
Born in a cage, never sent.
The dangers were understood
The judgements were not.
Dominoes kept falling,
And the fire stayed hot.
Will it ever live fully?
Will it ever be free?
Will it ever gain control?
Will it ever be happy?
It is foretold
That patience must be met.
Knowledge must be in place,
And the tongue should be kept.
"One day," it whispers.
"I will be free.
I will no longer be heavy
With a depressed seed."
