I took a fall and scraped my knee
On a gravel path by the cherry tree
I dusted my hands and fixed my stride
And told myself I'd turn the tide
I took a walk at my own pace
And felt the breeze against my face
I hummed a tune with not a care
And sang it out into the air
I stitched the tear in my favorite shirt
And planted a seed in the windowsill dirt
I'm learning the lesson that cracks can mend
And this is a course that I must attend
I stitched the tear in my favorite shirt
And planted a seed in the windowsill dirt
No one else can do it, so I start
Healing is an art, not a chart
I took a walk at my own pace
And felt the breeze against my face
I hummed a tune with not a care
And sang it out into the air
I stitched the tear in my favorite shirt
And planted a seed in the windowsill dirt
I'm learning the lesson that cracks can mend
And this is a course that I must attend
I stitched the tear in my favorite shirt
And planted a seed in the windowsill dirt
No one else can do it, so I start
Healing is an art, not a chart