Water the Flowers You Plant

Mama always told me, baby, what you choose is what

you grow. But I kept chasing empty gardens,

wondering why they wouldn't bloom.

Giving sunlight to the wrong things,

pouring time where love ran thin.

Till I finally heard her wisdom in the quiet of the wind.

You can't change someone who's leaving or make rain where skies stay dry.

But you can choose where your heart goes and where