A solitary slip
Made to look just like
I meant it all along here
Look at what I’ve done, dear
Try to make some sense
Of the static of the day
Even as there’s no way
And if there was, [Our Might Not Have Saved]
Like a mother’s love
Towering above
Strong as ever, endless
Holy and unbridled
Whatever, come we find
On September nights
Waiting for arrival
Waiting for arrival
For all you give to me
A failed []
Clumsy and a-drifting
Really something graceful
A solitary slip
Honey, can’t you see
I do the best I can, here
I meant it all along, dear