O, great bliss! How I yearn for you!
The freedom, if brief, and then - release.
That final step, and those moments, too few...
The road to the sky, towards some inner peace.

The scorn, the doubts, the jests - no more;
To end it all, in one brief act.
For then, for once, I know my heart sore
Would finally rest, no more torn or cracked.

Am I to be left to wallow in self-pity,
With sorrow and rage guiding my hand?
Lost and forgotten, in uncharted waters,
All that I want is safe passage to land.