A Captive Heart

I pray to my Lord in Heaven, To make a way for my return! I yearn to hear the sounds of home; The buffalo raging by, The softness of the wind, The howling of coyotes, The squawking hawks, The cows out in the pasture, The rustling of wheat, As the stream trickles by. The wind chimes in the trees, The dog in the backyard. The morning birds of grace, I need to leave this agony, And heal my battered...tortured soul. Nostalgia floods my mind, With melancholy memories. Living in a state of numbness, I'm homesick in my home, In the lonely corners of depression.