Willow Tree

I inherited your soul

And it carried me far from the idea I once had of home

My favorite sound is still piano

And my feet still feel the carpet where I first learned

To listen for the sound of my soul

I’m not too good at listening now

I’ve never since slowed down

So I’ll climb another mountain

How many would it take to finally prove it to you

I’d never ask another to do what I do 

Collect another accolade

To get dusty with my old rollerblades, and paints, and telescope and mandolin

And giant pile of unfinished knitting 

When it all comes easily

Except knowing how to be

Slow down, my willow tree

Slow down

Can’t collect karma, if I let life flow by

Can’t collect any heartache, if I never stop to cry

Would it be so bad, to let myself be held in that 

Would it be so bad, to slow down long enough to admit I’m sad

Fill the void with another

Fill the gaps with baby’s breath like I learned from my mother

Fill the vessel from the river, oh brother 

And 

Slow down

Slow down, my willow

Don’t know how I stand to lend advice, but I could lend an ear

We could dye carnations unnatural shades of blue

And learn what it’s like to just be me and you 

And 

Slow down

Slow down, my willow 

Have I lived up to what you knew? 

Have I lived up to what you knew? 

Have I lived up to what you knew I’d be for you?