Sifting through the whins
Scratching at my legs
Kinnaird sees my history
A bencher, a bottle, a friend
Tiger hill, heelflips and open minds
Laying by the marram
Heads and bodies in time
Now and then we look up
Gazing the rose hue sky
Tiger hill, heelflips and open minds
Your glow
Shimmering
Waiting for me
For the memories
For the time well spent
For helping to heal
And letting me be
For little journeys
For open ears and welcoming arms
For treatment and reflection
I am grateful
Released to stir another soul
Purpose fulfilled, i let you go
I have to let you go
Purpose fulfilled, i have to let you go