The waves tiptoe gently over my river so deep A river longing to speak Of a shining sun trapped below the rubble A torrent of thunder rolling under the sea A song of joy now stifled in the silent creek And while the vastness of me trembles under the heap Life calls out to the shores beyond Lingering, pulling, waiting for me to seek I could drink up the sky, breathe in some forest or soar alongside a mountain peak But to break the cocoon, it takes willful might Treading a trai