Wood

I was born human, But I've got to be set free! all these chains that have bound me All the lectured words have confound me, I'm a terrible shame, left to die or live in vain. But no more of this hopeless shame, I will be me, And to this, so gain. That what was lost, I've found, done better, And made me mine. Into my thoughts, this deathless sleep, Of wandering voices From whose far mouths Have lost their sound. This will not be me. I've one life And I will it all to thee, The sweet aroma of melded wood Pounding where a heart should, For this is me, I've found it. This is me, I will it This is me, I bend it forth, Into this world, For what it's worth.