I still own those shoes
The ones that I wore in September
When I spoke to you
That oath you'll always remember
A dead rose still blooms
When you see it and remember the moment
When something got bruised
And a promise was there to console it
Don't you know, you will grow
Hold on to my things
If they remind you of you
They'll say that you've changed
Oh well, honey you're allowed to
Don't you know, you will grow
I'm home with you
Those uneven floors and that bright yellow doorway
In this house I can take a breath and feel the steps