If the blood that trickles down my leg could only go up
It could maybe heal the rest of me too, it could let me go into the clouds where I have built the home I long for,
If only the tears that trickle down my cheek could go up,
It could water my home to grow, it could tell the sky to make sure it holds my baggage that I can't carry,
If the burning wax could only go up,
It could cool my aches and pains, it could put me whole again with the wick sticking up waiting to be lit,
If only the pills that I swallow could go up,
It could tend to the moon and his babies too, it could hush them to be quiet and put them to sleep softly with their toxins,
If only the paint that trickles down my flesh and bones could go up,
It could maybe paint my home to feel like I truly belong there as if I was meant to be one with the sun rays it exits,
If only my bed could go up,
It could maybe bring me too
Deliver me home
So I feel safe, I wouldnt die, I wouldnt want to
Because I would already be gone, but I will forever wait for the butterfly that is lifeless,
That I wish it's wings could carry it, If only it could go up.
