Like a tired branch from an old tree,
I break free.
Drifting unfettered amidst wishful wishes
Plunging headlong, awaiting a crash…
Maybe, he’ll catch me before I reach the ground.
‘If I perish, I perish’
But from me, I must escape.
No more to walk that dusty lane
For I seek a fresh start in you.
As I course through life
plunging like a waterfall
Let me, in your fatherly hands fall.
