You’re standing in the middle of the desert
No joke can make it rain
No time to spare—an oasis is far, far away

Right in the middle of the desert
I’ll listen to you complain all you want
But tears are fatal here—and still, they spill

So I’ll gather them, one by one, into a bottle
And keep them safe
Until the day I can pour them over a flower
It’s the only thing I can do
“I’m sorry,” I write

Now, in the middle of the desert
Can you still laugh at a joke?

I take a deep breath, ask my heart
I’m so tired

I’m still here, but forget about me
Keep going on your own
Until the day you can come back, smiling
I’ll be waiting

You’re growing up
So stubborn, as always

You’re drifting away
And now,
You are free