Long standing grudges that are so bitter
Seem to fade and dwindle with the tickling clock,
Slowly unlocking that old spell,
That had chained my life to defeat,
I let in the breath of a second chance,
That gives me a sense of self-reclamation,
A theme of sheer fun over practicality,
My desire to swim under the sun,
I want to believe in simple pure magic,
As I pull myself from this dark abyss,
My heart beating so fast with anticipation,
For the treasure so pure that lies ahead of me,
I crave and rave for a little wind,
For the little flowers that spark joy in my heart,
For the rain that washes away my pain,
Deep pure breath of a calm assurance,
Of a new purposeful beginning!
Aston kamunde 