for all of my girls...

love will come to you...

guess [i'm not] the best one to ask
me, myself, with my face pressed up against love's glass
to see the shiny toy i've been hoping for
the one i never can afford.

the wide world spins and spits turmoil
and the nations toil
for peace
the paws of fear upon your chest
only love can soothe that beast
and my words are paper tigers
no match for the predator of pain inside her.

and i say, love will come to you
hoping just because i [speak] the words that they're true
as if i've [got some] crystal ball to look through
where there's now one there will be two.

i was born under the sign of cancer
(love will come to you)
like brushing cloth i smoothe the wrinkles for an answer
(love will come to you)
i'm always closing my eyes and wishing i'm fine
even though i'm not this time

but i say, love will come to you
hoping just because i [speak] the words that they're true
as if i've [got some] crystal ball to look through
where there's now one there will be two

dodging the years and fears [of being]
always on the outside looking in on others' lives

i say, love will come to you
hoping just because i [speak] the words that they're true
as if i've [got some] a crystal ball to look through
where there's now one, there will be two

and i wish for [us] insight to battle love's blindness,
strength from the milk of human kindness,
a safe place for all the pieces that scattered
so [we] can [all] learn to pretend there's more than love that matters.

--indigo girls (adapted)