I could be like a tree,

Rooted here waiting to see,

If you’d come back to me,

Like a moon and tide at sea.


I could be like the moon,

If my sunlight would come soon.

To chase away the stars,

Sounds better than fast cars.


Can I be this selfish dream?

A name scribbled on your seams?

A secret smile you hide,

When you think of me by your side?


I would much rather share,

The burden of brushing your hair,

To set your mind at ease,

On a path to inner peace.