We've Spun Our Story

I want to write a song for you
But you’re the only one
who likes to hear me sing.
And my fingers strum all wrong.
You're the great songwriter
So how about a poem?

We've spun our story
Around so many seasons
Finding clear blue pools
In evergreen forests
Snowed-in in the sunshine
We've spun our story

We're not a patchwork quilt
Or a crocheted craft
There are holes in our art
Cause sometimes I spin
Too fast and there's a large tear
Where you dropped the thread

We've spun our story
We've cried, loved, and bled.
No, I don't see an end
Our story's still spinning.
Sew slow and stitch tight.
Only time will tell my friend.