Somewhere,
there is hope on the wind,
there is love in the air.
Nature is on the mend
even if you don’t care
where all this will end,
how our future will fare.
Will –
Will you
change for me?
I did
leave behind
myself
to the grind
of time.
Will –
Will you
be ground?
Ground fine?
Do –
Do you
really need me
to get by?
Would you cry
if I
said goodbye?
Maybe?
Do –
Do I
even try
to love you?
Nowhere
is there hope on the wind,
is there love in the air.
Nurture will hem you in
even if you do care
if the bough breaks or bends
if a God hears your prayer.
Will –
Will you
change for me?
I did
leave behind
myself
to the grind
of time.
Will –
Will you
be ground?
Ground fine?