I m coming home, <br />I m almost there, <br />I coming home, <br />A place where my heart belongs, <br />I lost my soul in the woods, <br />In search of goodwill hunting, <br />Seven SEASONS of goodwill hunting, <br />In the woods l lost peace, <br />My heart is now in pieces, <br />I lost my soul in the woods, <br />I m almost there, <br />But l m exhausted, <br />I have succumbed to the harsh coldness in the woods, <br />I don't have much energy <br />Stretch your hands, <br />Please don't let me fall, <br />Leave the doors wide open, <br />I don't have the energy to open them, <br />The scars and wounds of goodwill hunting are so deep, <br />Stretch your hands, the wounds are drenching my energy, <br /> Don't let me fall, <br />My soul is paralyzed, <br />Struggling to breathe once again, <br />Along my way, <br />The scars are making me breathless <br />I have a fury in my soul, <br />I have a story to tell you, <br />I m coming home, <br />My soul has succumbed to the harsh weather <br />My soul is exhausted, <br />l m coming home <br />Where my heart belongs, <br />Where my soul will be ignited with warmth to heal the wounds from the woods, <br />That's why l coming home….<br /><br />donald kuutsi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/coming-home-seven-wounds-of-the-goodwill-hunting/
