May you find your river
May it take you all the way
May it whisper
All the little things
I couldn't say
May it hold you as you are
And meet you where you stand
May it wash away the hurt
Of what we cannot understand
Maps we drew
With our own hands
Follow the stars
Stretched out across our land (across our land)
You wrap your arms around me
As I sleep
So many nights
I couldn't breathe
Someone hold you as you are
And meet you where you stand
May they wash away the hurt
Of what we cannot understand
And while the seasons never stay
This is yours, the month of May
What if all the things we lose
Come back to us someday?
May
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