That Distant Shore Called Liberty

Mother of the sky mother of all the stars around me I've never really felt alone I've never really tripped or fallen mother of my days no shackles need I, shaking free no chains are-ever-broken we're just waves adrift on a vast sea mother, I've hungered to live stand alone to reach that distant shore called Liberty that distant shore called Liberty but now I'm all alone in the shadows sinking beneath these breakers I long for your apron strings your guiding words mother of all my days nursemaid to my-dark-nights where would I be? If you didn't love me. Make -me a garland woven of flesh and bone bare me into existence like a fire in the straw. Where would I be? If you didn't love me Oh, I'd be a spring and summer in decline I'd be autumn and winter without an end date in time I'd be left hungry for something, anything a little more divine. Maybe a distant shoreline called Liberty where my mother is sleeping without a worry in her head knowing my bed has been a long time, made. And my freedom and Liberty are well in hand.