Peace

Why should I bury myself when I am dead,
When I could bury myself when I am alive?
Why should I lie in bed night after night,
Crying myself to sleep?
I want to run away from all of the people,
To the mountains, the ocean, Alaska;
Where there are animals, nature, and solitude.
How I wish I could be happy like I used to be when I was young.
I guess I am still young in terms of age,
But I feel as if I am an old woman,
My life worn and fragile.
Lord, save me from myself;
From all of the evil in the world.
I need to be one with the earth;
I need to be at peace.