I still own those shoes The ones that I wore in September When I spoke to you That oath you'll always remember A dead rose still blooms When you see it and remember the moment When something got bruised And a promise was there to console it Don't you know, you will grow Hold on to my things If they remind you of you They'll say that you've changed Oh well, honey you're allowed to Don't you know, you will grow I'm home with you Those uneven floors and that bright yellow doorway In this house I can take a breath and feel the steps