Here is what I can do for you
Here is what I cannot
Here are the flowers we can plant
Here is the absence to let them rot
Here are the words I have to share
Crumpled up then pressed flat
Here are the words that strip me bare
To leave me bleeding on the mat
If I wrapped up what I know
Like a freshly plucked bouquet
The stems would break, the thorns would grow
And I’d walk empty-handed into the fray
If I knew what I could do for you
If I knew what I could not
I’d paint the world completely new
And we’d give it one more shot
With Love,
Natalie