Emmylou

Now so much I know, that things just don’t grow 

If you don’t bless them with your patience. 

And I’ve been there before, I held up the door 

For every stranger with a promise.
But I’m holding back, 
That’s the strength that I lack.

Every morning keeps returning at my window. 

And it brings me to you, 
And I won’t just pass through, 
But I’m not asking for a storm.