Is there something I can offer you
As a token of my gratitude?
Every gesture seems so small
Still I’d like to try,
I could bring you flowers
Flowers would be sweet
I could find your favorite kind
And lay them at your feet
As a token of my gratitude?
Every gesture seems so small
Still I’d like to try,
I could bring you flowers
Flowers would be sweet
I could find your favorite kind
And lay them at your feet
But flowers fade and die . . .
I would rather be the ground
In which a flower’s grown
Through which your feet must pass
From which all seeds are sown
In which a flower’s grown
Through which your feet must pass
From which all seeds are sown
If I could give you anything
I would be the ground
I would be the ground
Is there some place that you’d like to see?
Some corner of the Galaxy…
Some corner of the Galaxy…
Name it and I’ll take you there
For I have learned to Fly.
I could show you azure skies
Or multi-colored Orbs of Light
Glittering before your eyes
Like jewels in the Night.
And they would make you sigh…
For I have learned to Fly.
I could show you azure skies
Or multi-colored Orbs of Light
Glittering before your eyes
Like jewels in the Night.
And they would make you sigh…
But I would rather be the space
In which our lives are hung
The silent, unseen thread
Through which these Stars are strung
If I could take you anywhere
I would be the Sky
In which our lives are hung
The silent, unseen thread
Through which these Stars are strung
If I could take you anywhere
I would be the Sky
If I could only find a way
To tell you what my Heart would say
I could finally sing this Love
And it would make you cry
But I have never found the words
That can speak this grace
That is why I must rely
On a gestureless embrace
Even so I try
To tell you what my Heart would say
I could finally sing this Love
And it would make you cry
But I have never found the words
That can speak this grace
That is why I must rely
On a gestureless embrace
Even so I try
But I would rather be the Love
From which attempts arise
The origin of Poetry
And of these Tears that flood my eyes
From which attempts arise
The origin of Poetry
And of these Tears that flood my eyes
If I could tell you anything
I would be the Love
I would be the Love
If I could give you anything
If I could take you anywhere…
If I could take you anywhere…
I would be the Ground
I would be the Sky
I would be the Love
I would be the Sky
I would be the Love
I am the Ground
I am the Sky
I am the Love.
I am the Sky
I am the Love.
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