I try to welcome my sorrow
There's no escape, anyway
If a guest turns up uninvited
Do you burn your house down to keep them away?
I think of my grandparents
And I think of their sons
Who can't set aside themselves
And just be there for once
I think of my brother
I've never been there for him
He's always had to be brave
I've been a coward since we were kids
And it goes on and on and on and on and on
I try to welcome the joy
But I don't want to hold it too tight
Does it matter how much you love the sun?
It's still going to set at night
I think of my dad
Writing haikus for butterflies
Something's changed in his life
He used to have so much pain in his eyes
I think of my mom
She's always been so smart
But she keeps getting wiser
The more she listens to her heart
And it goes on and on and on and on
It goes on and on and on and on
