each day sinks its bootprint into her clay, and she's not the same
half of learning how to play
is learning what not to play
and she's learning the spaces she leaves
have their own things to say
and she's trying to sing just enough
so that the air around her moves
and make music like mercy
that gives what it is
and has nothing to prove
she crawls out
on a limb
and begins to build her home
and it's enough
just to look around
and know that she's not alone
is learning what not to play
and she's learning the spaces she leaves
have their own things to say
and she's trying to sing just enough
so that the air around her moves
and make music like mercy
that gives what it is
and has nothing to prove
she crawls out
on a limb
and begins to build her home
and it's enough
just to look around
and know that she's not alone