New Apple Flowers

jaronchilds

There was a man from Galilee
With hands that cared for everything
They took his plow and beat it into swords

I have a dad I never see
And children here in front of me
We’re going where the apples taste like flowers

I wouldn’t just let anyone
Cut my hair when it gets long
But if you ask I’ll trust you with my ears

If you want a thing to disappear
Just carve your name on it my dear
Or hold my hand and I will never leave

I saw two snails inside a shell
And they were kept there very well
It made me think about the way we are

So keep the snow out of your boots
I may not always carry you
I’m old enough to know our days are small

I’d like someone to take me back
To a place I cannot photograph
Where everything is bathed in gentle light

There was a man from Galilee
With hands that cared for everything
They took his plow and beat it into swords