Is there something I can offer you
As a token of my gratitude
Every gesture seems so small
Still I'd like to try
I could bring you flowers
Flowers would be sweet
I could find your favorite kind
And lay them at your feet
But flowers fade and die . . .
I would rather be the ground
In which a flower's grown
Through which your feet must pass
From which all seeds are sown
If I could give you anything
I would be the ground
Is there some place that you'd like to see
Some corner of the galaxy
Name it and I'll take you there
For I have learned to fly
I could show you azure skies
Or multi-colored orbs of light
Glittering before your eyes
Like jewels in the night:
And they would make you sigh
But I would rather be the space
In which our lives are hung
The silent, unseen thread
Through which these stars are strung
If I could take you anywhere
I would be the sky
If I could only find a way
To tell you what my heart would say
I could finally sing this love
And it would make you cry
But I have never found the words
That can speak this grace
That is why I must rely
On a gestureless embrace
Even so I try
But I would rather be the love
From which attempts arise
The origin of poetry
And of these tears that flood my eyes
If I could tell you anything
I would be the love
If I could give you anything
If I could take you anywhere
I would be the ground
I would be the sky
I would be the love
I am the ground
I am the sky
I am the love