I am from a new life,

From the days of good.

From a time when I was alive,

From a world of my own.

I am from the court of the Corn,

From where four of us bloom.

I am from the basement in the dark,

From a time of happiness.

I am from the short walk between houses of friends,

From another family that I could call my own.

I am from a place where everything was just peachy.

From the apples that were half eaten on my tree.

I am from the beginning of my life.

From Jacks open wounds.

I am from what is, and what is to be.

From a mound so high it makes me feel invincible.

I am from a better world.