The Walk

A eulogy to all free thinkers of this world who have crossed over the divide.

The Walk

Now that the hour has come
To take that promised walk
To the valley, oh so green
Hidden from all of the world
To lie down in the pastures, oh so green
And let my spirit soar free with eagles on high
And may I let the wolves play
With my mortal shell.
Do not grieve for when I am gone
For I am still upon this mortal sphere
Watching over the world from on high
The world that is but not free
Playing with the eagles, oh so free
Forgive me not for all I have wronged
For my spirit has been forgiven
By the great spirit for all my wrongs
And he has freed my spirit
To soar on high, to roam so freely
So to pastures oh so green
I go to lie, to close my eyes
To rest this world weary shell
Do not awaken me
‘Til the wrongs of this world
Have righted upon this mortal sphere
So do not grieve, remember I am free
More free than you or I would ever be
So go now in peace and be as free
My fellow man as I am now.