a letter, addressed to Change (no womb)

I wish I was a mother
Wish I could feel the baby grow
Inside me, something other
That, as a man, I'll never know

Wish I had seen my little brother
On the day his wife gave birth
Would he have noticed you, I wonder

I bet he did, for what it's worth

I'm sure he saw you make your way
Into the room
And I'm jealous of your presence there
But it's no use

'Cause on my own
I have no womb, I have no home for you
Not on my own
I have no womb, I have no home for you

I wish I was a garden
Wish I could watch the flowers grow
Within me, something startin'
To split the soil with seeds I've sown

Wish I could read it in my writing
Don't think I hear it in my songs
No way to know how hard I'm trying
I'm sure I'm doing it all wrong

Is there a shred of evidence
This growth is new
Can't tell if I'm still making sense
There's just no use

'Cause on my own
I have no womb, I have no home for you
Not on my own
I have no womb, I have no home for you

On my own
I have no womb, I have no home for you
Not on my own
I have no womb, I have no home for you

On my own
I have no womb, I have no home for you
On my own
I have no womb, I have no home for you