Margaret

I am a daughter, a sister, a mother
For a long time, I was a wife
I've had squirrels in my ceiling and heartache and healing
Oh, I've had a beautiful life

I thank the heavens I still have the memories
I run my hands over all the stitches and seams
We don't have many new conversations these days
Except when he visits my dreams

What can I say? Just be good to your sweethearts and gardens
Be good to your dogs and your faraway friends
When you find bits of light, hold on to them tight
You'll need all of thеm when your world changes again

When your story gеts torn and some pages go missing
When your plans turn to geese and leave you behind
When the prize that you find is that one day you realize
The world isn't reading your mind

What can I say? Just be good to your sweethearts and gardens
Be good to your dogs and your faraway friends
When you find bits of light, hold on to them tight
You'll need all of them when your world changes again