Moving upward and outward
I think I need the things I'm moving for
I feel this, a promise
That some amount of sunlight makes me whole
With all those raindrops waiting in my bones
Twirling, unfurling
Like smoke or something living in an old and happy laugh
I feel this, a promise
That I may be a leaf revolving in your cup of tea
That I may become everything before and after me
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Looking upward and inward
And every inch of movement tugs my core
I feel this, a promise
That every stretch and struggle makes me more
I figure that's what growing pains are for
Creating, vibrating
Like sweeping strokes of color in a voice that's moved to song
I feel this, a promise
That you might be the sunlight glowing dappled through my leaves
That I may become everything before and after me
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I took a tip from a sea of bluebells
Oh, by the riverbank
And if I show for a week in springtime
It'll be the mud I thank
One long turning, growing motion
That I may be a leaf revolving in your cup of tea
One long turning, growing motion
You might be the sunlight glowing dappled through my leaves
That I may become everything before and after me
♪
Reaching downward and downward
We're westward, red, and almost gone again
I feel this, a promise
That loving now meant growing with you then
And where I'm going you have always been