Sorry I can’t change a moth into a fly for you,
Grow a garden in July for you--
Jump into the sky for you.
Sorry I can’t sing the sweetest song for you,
Grow my hair real long for you--
Never say anything wrong for you.
Please don’t judge if I can’t climb the highest tree
Or float like the humming bee.
Let’s instead focus on the things I did that you can see:
I stabbed a deer
I drank a beer
I swam in muddy water,
Now that you see the dirt under my nails,
Please hold me like your daughter.
But I know you’ll focus on the things undone--
I let you down,
Didn’t earn my crown.
Perhaps you’ll one day understand my hell,
I hope for things to sweet to tell.