Small Leaf

Take my hand
And breathe small leaf
Short is the sting of this
Now push the folds of life to dust
Put eager hands to sleep tonight
To dream of places I’ve never seen before
Oh the whole world to call your own
Our home
Now I know not who you are
But it’s a whisper I hear in the dark
Now step into a dark lit hole
Put thought into the words before the dawn
This begins to crack
And I thought you’d talk back to me
All on your own
All on your own
All on your own
All on your own
All on your own
All on your own
Done by the seeds of life
I’m coming back
Grace the days, the night, the now
By the seeds of life
I’m coming back
Grace the days, the night, the now
By the seeds of life
I’m coming back
Grace the days, the night, the now
You surely get it by now
That seeds don’t grow without a cloud