Some sweet new song of daily sighs?
Would wrens rain down upon the water?
Would rainclouds dance upon the sky?
Where would I find what I look for?
Some new sought sound or silent roar.
Would I find my way in the break of day?
Would the sigh of rain brush pain away?
Why would I seek so much more to find?
So much beyond the gifts I have
Would I be peaceful if giv'n all?
Would waiting weeks wither fall?
No, he said, not ever
Would I find if I always sought.
For in this life we never
Know what it is we want.
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