can a flower
that's been stepped on
repeatedly
still smell so
sweetly
time and again?
can a vine
that's been cut off
from rooting
still reach out
and bloom
from above?
where is the love
when the grey
comes in?
it blocks the sun
when the day
won't begin
why does this happen
time and again?
doubt crawls free
from underneath
me
it seizes me in
the darkness
holding me apart
from all of this
pain and
what it is
used to be bliss
just two seconds ago
what do i know
about love?
(nothing)
it's snowing right now
i had to salt my steps
just awhile ago
it's falling silent
across my path
anyway
i was just calling
to see how you were
was your day all right?
did anything good
happen to you
to-day?
you know
what you say
and what you remember
from your day
is the warmth
that makes me forget
the cold
outside
what a ride
it's been
with you
over the hills
and valleys
of what once was
and what could be
again
anyway
i just called
to see how you were
and stuff
(us)
