Other Adam Isom
Seeds

seeds

Look at this little seed grow
What do you think that it knows?
Nothing at all, some would say
Why even ask, it’s plain as day
It’s just a seed, it’s hardly there
Looks like a weed, I couldn’t care
What are you on about
This time he mutters
To himself

I don’t know
If it will grow
Or like the last ten seeds that were planted
The eager earth was left disenchanted

Uh oh
Hoping this one pushes through
Uh oh
May the sun never stop
Shining on shining on

Once any plant is planted
Even if it grows slanted
It’s found its place among the wild
Don’t mind me, I’ll stay awhile
True, there are oaks and redwoods here
But I can be me, And grow all year
What will I be, I feel I’m starting over
Waking up from - the longest hangover

Then the visions come in creeping
Times of pain come swiftly seeping
In
Reminders of sin
Haunted by times that are long past
Like a staticky rebroadcast
No thanks
You’ve got no place

If all you know
Is blanket forts that fell
You’ll never make one rise
And huddle in the night
To weave tales
For the fireflies

...

We ain’t gonna push up [hit harmony hard]
If all we know is history
We ain’t gonna build monuments
Of hope with quilts and stools

Uh oh
Hoping this one pushes through
Uh oh
May the sun never stop
Shining on shining on

(outro)