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... :)