The Tea Cup Song

I said “If I gave you a bucket what would you go put inside?”

He said “Can you just give me a tea cup cos I’m getting ready to die”

“My life’s already done, pass it on to some one else….”

I said “But what’s the point of living, if there’s no life to be lived?”

He said “As long as I’m just breathing, I consider that my gift

“My life’s already done, pass the bucket on and on..”

So I looked at him and I cried

For the life he’s allowed to die

And then I walked from his life

Cos my love don’t fit inside

I too have sat inside a fragment of a life already lived

And thought over all my options not letting any hopefulness in

In my past my life was done, victim of another’s sins

If you can’t enliven your own journey you sure can’t see the magic in store

I can’t be hoping for some sunshine while I’m slamming every door

Times gone when I’d fight for change, got to come from you my man

So I looked at you and I cried

For the life you’ve allowed to die

And then I walked from your life

Cos my love don’t fit inside

I still hope the words that we have flown will rest inside your heart and mind

And maybe settle in and flutter up over the walls you’ve built inside

See each day in its own right, fill a lifetime every night

For me, well I will keep on travelling, with the light I carry inside

It’s made to fill a bigger bucket, than the tiny teacup you’ve pried

From the doors of death itself. Made to fit on a lonely shelf.

And I looked at you and I cried

For the life you’ve allowed to die

And then I walked from your small life

Cos my love don’t fit inside

I would have given you my life

But it didn’t fit inside….