Full Bloom

And she makes all these troubles with her hands
And figures who are they to understand
But when you cloak yourself in all your fear
You’d never let those words appear

And for all the things she’s given up
She never felt they returned enough
She doesn’t seem to do anymore than fade
Whose to say much of the life she’s made

For what it’s worth there are no tears
For what it’s worth the darkness nears
And all the things that weren’t true
Have come into full bloom