This Fragile Frame
Open the door, and let my soul escape,
by Ernestine Northover
To the faraway hills and shimmering lakes of my life,
And my wounded spirit, now with solace drape,
To flee from all the sorrow and the strife,
That builds, within this fragile frame, that's me.
And let not one single thought be free of thee,
For I shall with this heart, submit a plea,
That we'll be together, for all eternity.