As the sun rises; so does her soul.
Awakening from; a cold night’s coal.
As the sun rises; so does her heart,
Ready to take plight; as she prepares for her flight.
While the sun sets, and sleep waits;
Taking her last breath; she lets go of her past.
Her body placed in pine; she is at rest.
Finally knows, she’s crossed the line.
Crossing this line leaving her free;
she can at last stand strong as a tree.
Written by MET