you held me in the palm of your hand
the power i had diminished
which fed into my grounding
no grass, no sand, no dirt, no land

there was a time i took up space
before you came along
i quickly found this was the place
where you and i belong

it’s a simple thing, what you’ve asked of me
and before i could speak
i resigned fully
soon though, the request sinks in
like quicksand
taking hold with a grin

is age what defines her?
is it her sex? is it her body?
when she begins to assert?

come find me when you're weary
when hope seems all but lost
there's talk of mass mutiny
we'll meet under the clock

your freedom is a blessing
your spirit soars with the wind
each cloud a new beginning
your limit knows no end

That girl who grew up in a small town
She never thought she’d be here now
With all this life experience
And so much more to learn from it

was it ever as good as i thought that it was?
we had, what i thought, was the deepest of love
or was i the one carrying for the both of us?

i fucked it all up, just two decades of waiting
wrong time and wrong place, but i wouldn’t change it

my hands…they fumble, they bend, they feel....