Every day we fill a little jar
With what our hearts do say and do,
And every night below the stars
I'd pour mine into you.
I told you everything I know
About love, healing and time,
I would watch your daily show
And then you would watch mine.
I didn't think you'd be so quick
To shut the door and leave.
Behind that door, I must admit,
You still have a jar of me.
