I can't fall in love with a breeze, br never knowing which way br his hurricane will blow my heart, br as I'm already leaves on the wind. br Should I fall, gather me, br cradle gently seeds of my soul, br please don't sell them to the breeze. br br What I really need is steady earth, br surely upon his own path, br there I can plant my feet br and safely grow blossoming leaves br of desired spring. br Then, should a heady breeze threaten me br his earth will take hold, br shelter me from scattering, br like leaves on the wind.