Stitches and Seams

Sometimes it’s so heavy
It sinks like a stone
Into the pocket
Of my ragged coat
And just as in life
I walk outside alone
To the place where the trees
Are 500 years old
I’m critical, cynical
Say what I mean
I’ll find the gray
Underneath all the green
Cause it thrives in the salt
Of the earth, just between
The lives of the hopeful
In stitches and seams
If I can’t speak my mind
Then what can I leave behind
One fingerprint cannot survive in the dust
The strongest inventions will all turn to rust
The wisest intentions can’t live without trust
If life is a story, what’s out there waiting for us
Sometimes it’s so bright
That it burns up the dark
The state of the world
And the state of your heart
You fight your whole life
Yet it tears you apart
But wildfires are born
From the tiniest spark
If I can’t speak my mind
Then what can I leave behind
One fingerprint cannot survive in the dust
The strongest inventions will all turn to rust
The wisest intentions can’t live without trust
If life is a story, what’s out there waiting for us
If I can’t speak my mind
Then what can I leave behind
One fingerprint cannot survive in the dust
The strongest inventions will all turn to rust
The wisest intentions can’t live without trust
If life is a story, what’s out there waiting for us