My legs long to run,
my heart longs to beat,
I yearn for the feeling,
of lifting off my feet

My voice longs to sing,
my ears long to hear
the song of the wild,
that is calling so near

My soul longs to soar
above rolling hills,
I wish I could wander
and climb trees at will

I know that I must
follow my spirit, away
and live with the land
till the end of my days.

It’s something you love
Yet bitterly hate
The feel in your chest
The hollow empty place
It’s something you can’t
Quite put into words, a
Longing for something
New and better
Something that stirs
But never fully wakes
It brushes the edge
Of your consciousness
When you look at a
Hauntingly beautiful scene
Something about it
Makes your chest ache
For a thing so glorious