mug of tea, you sit there so silently
you make it look easy
to simply be
maple tree, bending in the breeze
you seem so happy
you seem so free
I’m not looking for much – just a little relief,
just a hunger for touch.
And a place I can breathe,
a place I can be happy.
river wide, taking life in your stride
you have nowhere to hide
where do you go to cry?
winter ice, preserving the night
you seem so calm inside
where do your traumas lie?
I’m not looking for much – just a little relief,
just a hunger for touch.
And a place I can breathe,
a place I can be happy.
I’m not looking for much – just a little relief,
just a hunger for touch.
And, as I stand by this dream,
I finally can be free.