maybe i can't write a masterpiece.
maybe i can't dance like Fred Astaire.
maybe i won't climb that staircase;
no, i neither stay nor dare.

perhaps i won't compose a symphony.
or i won't have the voice to say what i might say.
i think in time i'll accept all these things
but not that i can't make you stay.

so instead i will sing when no one is listening,
i will write all these words and then watch them all burn.
they will light up the night like a beacon-fire,
so that maybe one day you'll return.