I'm tattered, tatted, and standing here In specks of light that may appear And even though I've cried already My heart is beating, my gaze is steady
"What if I don't get to keep What I love and what I speak? What if things change overnight And I lose sight of my light?"
And among my joy and bliss Are days where I put up with this Not because I don't know how to heal But because this, too, I want to deeply feel
Yes, I’ve left my heart in the world, For the world, In pieces that will grow with the wild flowers in the rain