can I be the tree, filled with fruit
pluck one, taste the sweetness and
if you so desire, taste them all

can I be the warmth that soothes
your cold heart, of lost lovers
fading into the rust of your memories

can I be the promise of something new
a new melody from some lost song
the tingling of the suns rays upon you
in the hopes to lift your head up
to see we are not them, we are
you and I