Earth to earth and dust to dust; I refuse to return as a story half told.
Release me into being, exhale me into life, release me to the I am.
This is my story as it begun, to the now and I refuse that this be the end.
The sole of my feet has scratched the earth’s surface in quest to live.
My heart has bled and been glad, bitter-sweet at times; this is the life I have lived.
These palms have written and told, even re-lived the chapters of my up-bringing and these eyes live to tell the tale.