I would trade all of Fort Knox's gold To keep this grasp upon your soul Our lives like shoestrings intertwined My wings are worn, but you still fly Though the skies are turbulent I fly toward my refuge I've made my mistakes All I knew once black and white The canvas bathed in light I will make sure the seeds are watered I'll try to make the forest grow And if I come back torn and tattered Will you be standing in the grove? My wings are worn, but you still fly