Where The Seeds Are Found
Words and Music: Karen Mal
 
Billy learned to write poetry alone in his room
Some whiskey in his coffee was all the company he had
He would treat his wounds with words of wishful thinking
Pouring out on a yellow legal pad

But that was years ago before he met Rose
Before he found his home in her face
Now his time alone dwindles as his family grows
He's not writing wishful poetry these days
He can't think of what he'd wish for anyway

Living on a peaceful ocean; drifting with a quiet pleasure
But now and then the questions rise like waves
It's the ones that can't be answered that you treasure
That's Where the Seeds Are Found

Rose watches the faces of her sleeping sons
Pulls the blankets back down over little feet
There are times she can't wait for her babies to wake up
But most nights she can't wait for them to fall asleep

And she knows this is the life she chose
For years she dreamed of babies unborn
She still sleeps close to Billy's side
But these nights she can't recall what dreams are for
She can't think of what to dream of anymore

Living on a peaceful ocean; drifting with a quiet pleasure
But now and then the questions rise like waves
It's the ones that can't be answered that you treasure
That's where the seeds are found

So reach back, reach forward, reach in, reach down
To the place that's tender to the touch
Open the unclosable, uncover the unresolved
It's a gift just to feel so much
That's where the seeds are found