A LONGING CALL

Could years pass

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And the air still reek of my haunted past?

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Could rivers flow

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And still come to an abrupt end?

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Could cherry trees blossom

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And their bloom still fade?

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Could mountains, hills and valleys stand

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And the earth still holds them firm?

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These questions I ask

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My mind trapping them without an answer,

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And with no one to reassure me

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That I can be free from my bondage to fear;

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A burden forced on me

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By the harshly gust of nature enveloping my past!

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One I am forced to bear

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Its malodor hovering like a smoke

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At what cost in life would be so enormous

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To have the one thing I seek?

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A thing much precious than all the riches in the embrace of the world;

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One to overcome my fear,

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And bring an end to shackles only I can see

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Emeralds and pearls, I desire not

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But the matching keys to my longing release

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And if ever again I�ll be able to walk,

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I shall travel far and wide,

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Proclaiming my return�

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