A bowl of petals, 
a vase of flowers.
I can just breathe,
for so many hours.
I have been waiting,
stretching thin.
Like being a beggar
out on a limb.

I know the wind dropped,
I know my heart stopped,
I know that Grace,
she's sailing with me.
I take my old drum,
call this boat freedom,
stay broken open,
call myself free.

But where's the wind
to propell me on?
And where's the rousing,
living song?
Don't you know I can't sail,
and I don't know where to steer?
Don't you know it's the big blue ocean I fear?