If I wrote each time I thought it,
no building would be clear of paint and chalk.
If I picked a flower each time I thought it,
no pretty gardens, no blooming fields.
If I knelt each time I thought it,
no walking upright for me.
If I said it each time I thought it,
no other words could I speak.
If I never felt it,
buildings would be plain.
If I never felt it,
gardens would be scenery.
If I never felt it,
walks would end too soon.
If I never felt it,
words would never measure me.
Recommendation: The album Blood Harmony (Deluxe) by FINNEAS.