When your caged will wrenches loose
you might cower in prayer to God
and beg for His forgiveness,
but joy and sadness both are blessed with tears,
and the rose's beauty stems from dirt.
Our loosed wildness wants to merge with holiness.
Step with me to the door of divinity.
I'm holding it open for your next daring leap.
There's always room for another miraculous birth.
Your untamed will still lives in Eden.