Endless wonders never cease,
Forever trying to iron this crease;
From my mind, my soul.
Always searching for my own.
Trying to be that which I have never shown
So that I may understand how much I have truly grown.
So in my heart, truly is;
That sense of peace with my life’s lease, never signed but to which I am bound.
In the end I await, hearing and listening for that sound;
For me to enter that space in the ground.
In which I will lie, so that I may at last let out that contented sigh.
