One summer morning when I lay down to die,
The birds were singing sweetly beneath a clear blue sky.
The sound of a rushing brook trickled into my ears,
And lying on the warm, brown earth soothed away my fears.
I had been afraid to live and tired of being me,
And had thought that by ending life, I would then be free.
But freedom isn’t a place to escape to when one tires of the world;
Freedom is an act of love and a state of love unfurled.
I came to find an end in death, but found only life instead,
And feeling freedom all around me, my bitterness was shed.
I still wished for closure, my burdens to release,
And lying on the earth that day, I found that I could rest in peace.