i was born a saxophone
blaring broken notes into broken homes
i was born a wooden drum
with weathered rope for broken bones
i was grown the under the sun
but you are there
and i am here
with leaves and ice in your hair
i have a fear in my heart as i sing this song
i have a lump in my throat that feels like a song
i have tears in my eyes as i sing this song
i have a fear in my heart
you were born on a bed of fruit
all the people clapped until you grew
all the people shouted until you grew
now they don't know you
i was born a wooden drum
with weathered rope for broken bones
with weathered rope to tie viscious tongues
i was grown under the sun
but you are there
and i am here
with leaves and ice
under the sun
