Highway signs pass us by,
Constantly asking myself why,
Things had to be as they were,
Ending in such a blur.
I get myself out of the car,
Glad I let it take me this far,
Walking through delicate fields,
Hoping healing is what it yields.
Center my heart to the ground,
My feet guide me to what's found,
A sense of freedom I didn't know,
Healing this heart very slow.