As a blade of grass where the breezes pass
As a drowning fool in the swimming pool
As a floating ash above the fireʼs flash
Im still learning to fit inside of your accompaniment
As a wobble-stone in a loving home
like one afternoon in the living room
As a run of the mill in orchestral trill
Im still learning to fit inside of your accompaniment
As a piece of sand on a beach too grand
as an empty space in the arms of grace
As one tiny bit way down in the orchestra pit
Im still learning to fit inside of your accompaniment
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