Seed II

 

Every little bit of this fighting

Wears a little bit of the shine away

 

Where the window view has been clouded

Rust and shaded through, one year more shrouded

Under weathering away

 

Does she want me?

Does she need me?

Does she have me?

Does she believe in me?

 

Every little bit of this silence

Fades a little bit, of the page away

 

Stays the the poet’s hand, halts the writing

Pause, remember now, thoughts colliding

 

Yet the turn of golden autumn wind

Carries far a seed home once again

Shepherds us to then come, gather in

Lay to rest of all that might have been

Shoulders, hands, though weary, worn, and raw

Rise beneath the yoke of ancient law

Seed to promised blossoms down the way

 

And she wants me

And she needs me

And she has me

And she believes in me

 

Where is she now? I’ve asked myself

You’d do more to ask someone else

For when she left is when I came

To pick up pieces of our shame

Since she’s been gone I’ve heard the call

Telling the story of our fall

Taking me back to yesterday

Where we once stood

Where we once stood

Where, oh

Where, oh

Where is she now? I’ve asked myself

You’d do more to ask someone else

But when we get this done for Him

Believe we’ll dance upon the wind