One of my early poems, friends tried to make it into a song but it never worked out.
|In His Jar
If you find yourself here, on my side of town
I pray that you'd come to my door
And talk to me like you don't know what we ever fought about
'Cause I don't remember anymore
I just know that he warms my heart,
and knows what all my imperfections are
And he said that I was the brightest little firefly in his jar.