Ireland

I'm not afraid of dying

I'm afraid of what I'll have to live with

My heart  pounding in my chest

My head just won't let me rest

I've thought of dying

Of this I must confess

Through the pounding of my heart

Beating out its chest

I wish I could walk along the moors

Of Ireland someday

But even living day to day

Seems like a pipe dream

I'm sick with hope, it's true

A battle I often fight and lose

When I think too far into the future

I have no idea what to do

In many ways I feel an ending

Approaching ever near

I cling to the moors of Ireland

A dream I hold so dear

A land that values independence

Of forces that take hold

I'll dream of Ireland as I sleep

Of a story never told

I long to feel the drops of rain

Pelting on my face

To feel the struggle and the courage

Without the light of day

Reviews

[Gee]

Tis a much better place now "peace" has broken out, a much better place but very, very wet.
Was there last year for a long weekend and will be back there in October 2022 for my best mates 60th birthday celebrations.
Enjoyed reading you

[StormeLight]

That sounds wonderful, I have always wanted to go! Ever since I started studying Irish history, I have had such a deep respect for the spirited nature of the Irish and the mystical nature of the energy of the land, which I can feel when I turn on Irish music or watch videos of the forests