Sunday Sketch

On days when I feel low

Without a purpose and withdrawn from love

Like nothing in the world is whole

And all the glory that I've bloomed isn't enough

I can hold, I can hold, I can hold, I can hold

A beauty in my palms and in my soul

Infuse my aching heart with summer's warmth

Imagining a brighter day

When the sun kisses my eyes awake

And I can smell the morning on my love

Without a worry on our minds today

We make the most of what we have

I can hold, I can hold, I can hold, I can hold

A beauty in my palms and in my soul

Infuse my aching heart with summer's warmth

Imagining a brighter day

I can hold, I can hold, I can hold, I can hold

A beauty in my palms and in my soul

Infuse my aching heart with summer's warmth

Imagining a brighter day