if i had only seven possessions i'd want a golden ticket home
for whenever i needed
to be grounded by the roots that tell me
all have is all i need
to walk with you and i'd have all the lost photographs
so i can see what i can't seem to remember now
so i can laugh with you i'd want something strong to hold onto
like a branch from a tree
that both man and god planted for me if i live to ever say i do
then i hope for a honest heart
that beats a simple tune
one that i can hum
one that i can strum along to i'd have a slice of strawberry pie
to indulge in
to be free
to give into a weakness that has seeped into my needs i'd have a coat
for when breath is visible
to keep me warm
to keep me safe from wind and rain
to cover you if your sleeves get torn away if i had only one more possession... :)