Mustard Seeds
maybe we are mustard seedsunderneath a heavy stormnothing lives if nothing givesnothing held too tight will growas those of us afraid of love —oh no
‘cause if one day I wake upand my body is oldI will want to have lovedand I won’t care much for goldif one day I wake upand I know it’s the endI won’t need to pretendto be anything at all
may we be worry freebreath it in and let it gomay we live to forgivewell we might as well‘cause those of us curiouscan go
‘cause if one day I wake upand my body is oldI will want to have lovedand I won’t care much for goldif one day I wake upand I know it’s the endI won’t need to pretendto be anything at all
anything at all
no I won’t need to pretendto be anything