The honeyed morn, that you were born… my heart was filled with ache. I saw Ginkgo’s morph to gold, I saw eyeballs curdle cold. You nursed as though, don’t go, don’t go, this pulse is all I know. You’ll know, my love, soon, my love, where beauty lives with brute. All winter through, I heard you coo… My heart I thought would break. There were snowflakes sailing high. There were mourners heaving cry. You squirmed as though, don’t go, don’t go, this warmth is all I know. Stay sweet, my love, you’ll know, my love, where laughter lives with loss. In springtime drip, I watched you flip… My heart began to quake. There was sparkling morning grass. There was oozing poison gas. You rolled as though, don’t go, don’t go, your help is all I know. Stay close, my love, you’ll know, my love, where flourish lives with fear. The muggy day, I watched you sway… this day I could not take. I saw Graylings launch release. I saw gunmen rob our peace. You sought as though, tip-toe, tip-toe, this world I want to know. Play near, my love, you’ll know, my love, where freedom lives with fright. One morning quest, one filled with zest… my heart began to wake. I saw salty sea waves crash. We had to make a dash. We had to row. With waves below. We barely got to go. We’ll find, my love, a place, my love, where sunsets live with safe.