It’s from the skies
The gift granted, falling upon me.
It’s the thing that's inside the spark that starts life.
My life.
It’s from the skies.
I’m a tree. That’s what I think of me.
And I catch the rain drops on my top.
Pulling in the the sparks that start life by the root.
It's from the skies.
The gift granted, falling upon me.
And I realize every time the sunshines on,
And the rain drips down,
That I need you to be, and to live.
I can be
Empty, until you fill in again.
And so,
I am from the skies.
And only want to be what you are.
That has made me,
The thing that’s inside a spark that starts life.
And all I want is to be
What can hold onto, and mold into, and fill up on
You.