| From This Vantage |
|---|
| Secrets in the message |
| They’re hard to follow |
| Words without you |
| They’re wasted on their own |
| Seeds in the meadow |
| They’ve gone rotten |
| We’ll plant tomorrow |
| They rest there and wait for you |
| You’re all but forgotten |
| But how you’ve blossomed |
| Looking back from this vantage |
| How could have I been so blind |
