I cannot control the wind
Or the destructive walks people take at night
I cannot take up every battle
Some days I’m too tired to fight
But I can go out with my paddle
And brown my arms in the sun
I can stock my fridge and walk the bluff
And feel good when the day is done
I cannot predict the future
All those dreams and nightmares spinning
I cannot know tomorrow
Or any fright or joy she’s bringing
But I can sing that one song
That repeats in my head
And color my vision rose and yellow
For what paths lie ahead
With Love,
Natalie