Maybe we are mustard seeds Underneath a heavy storm Nothing lives if nothing gives Nothing held too tight will grow As those of us afraid of love -oh no 'Cause if one day I wake up And my body is old I will want to have loved And I won't care much for gold If one day I wake up And I know it's the end I won't need to pretend To be anything at all May we be worry free Breath it in and let it go May we live to forgive Well we might as well 'Cause those of us curious can go 'Cause if one day I wake up And my body is old I will want to have loved And I won't care much for gold If one day I wake up And I know it's the end I won't need to pretend To be anything at all (Pedro Poeta)