Time has come

The time has come

To take my chance

on freedoms run….

and chase happenstance.

To just leave it all behind,

To seek my solace,

and truly find…

my peace

of mind.

For my roots

Which once,

Were deep and strong,

Have through

Storms too many

Lost their hold

In this fools quest

For silver and gold.

So thinks I,

This very day

That under stealth of night,

When children sleep

And dream... and dream aright,

That I…

That I…

On horizons storm

Will take flight.

For out from under

This burden of sorrow,

Will I,

oh I,

On Bonnie's wind

Find another morrow.

J. Allen Wilson © 2004