Distress Signal

Make me something special, make me more like you, make me something better.

Make the changes lasting, yeah make them last forever.

Most of the things I say and do stem from me and not from you.

Do I produce good fruit, does it ever spoil?

What makes something evergreen if not constant care and toil?

I know the truth could fill us all, but the seed does not precede the soil.

Too much salt, or rocks, or thorns can hinder what is planted.

So help me tend to the land of my heart, and help me to stop asking when it has already been handed.

Help me to stop searching above when it already has landed.

Help me to stop wishing more wishes when they have already been granted.