Sing to me sweet Terra Mater, that you may sooth my weary soul,
Brush my cheek with loving kisses, make my heart now broken, whole,
Wash my hands in absolution, wash them in your boiling seas,
Wash my eyes of disillusion, make my guilty conscience ease,
Hold me in your gentle arms, suffer me in your embrace,
Forgive me for the thoughtless lines, that I have carved into your face,
Know I never meant you harm, but as any wayward child,
I knew not the consequence, of trust once given, then defiled,
And as all wayward children do, to your arms I now return,
Begging your forgiveness now the lesson’s finally learned,
Hear me now sweet Terra Mater, as I take a humble knee,
Finally I understand, all the gifts you gave to me,
For from your dust you gave me life, and from your lungs you gave me breath,
And from your breast you suckled me, and suckle me until my death,
And bathed me as an infant child, in waters that were calm and deep,
And in return I pledged to you, a promise I would never keep,
I pledged to never do you wrong, to hold you always in my heart,
To keep our sacred union strong, to walk our path and never part,
But as I grew my head was turned, and from our path I slowly strayed,
And in my greed your flesh was burned, and in my sloth my, “Bed was made,”
And in my lust our love was lost, and in my wrath it was denied,
And gluttonous, I weighed the cost of truth against my dented pride,
And thus I lived for many years, envious of love defiled,
Until at last I learned the cost, of guilt that plagues the wayward child,
And now it is my time to rest, and to your arms I glad return,
Knowing that I failed the test, and pleading that my lesson’s learned,
And know though you have every right, to turn my sorry soul away,
That you will hug me oh so tight, and in your arms I’ll finally lay.