Plant me a tree
out of history and space.
Lend me smile
when I run out of pace.
Burn down the wick
when the brick takes my place,
I wanna go back to the dirt.
Write me a letter
when there aren’t any notes.
Paint me a bridge
when there aren’t any boats.
Pull out a chair
when the tables bare nodes,
take me back to the heart.
It’s all depleted
but it’s loved and it’s seeded.
We’re all depleted
but we love and we’re needed.
Tell me a tale
when the novels are gone.
Show me a river
when the water won’t run.
Sing me a song,
I’ll sing along till it’s done.
I wanna go back to the start
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