Your grace Devine had more to my name,
Green in eyes that watch the sky,
Blue of nature!
Shackled on a bed,
I have become free of sorrow,
Remembering the beauty of my past.
The future will come to me in beautiful shadows,
Undefined now against the sun.
Roll it up into a ball and crush the remaining,
I continue forwards on this road.
But I will never be lost again,
For those that removed the light are fickle.
I dug it all,