We can go
To a place
Where even our imperfections
Can rest safe
I thought
We were on our way
But we’re so quick to get lost
These days
So we move on
Like waves of prairie grass
No use blaming the summer wind
For rushing past
In the moments when I held my ground and stayed
I was only standing in the way
There is a point
On the map
When it’s laying flat
Seems easy to arrive at
But in the world
And all the stories I have heard
If you let go
Things might circle back
Standing in a fork in the road
And in the hand, I wanna hold
You gotta take care
Take care when you go
A knife in the heart
And in the drawer, it isn’t sharp
But a dull blade is still
Wielding harm
