Constantly

The heart is an army of wildflowers
They beg and they bloom and they bend
And they sway in the arms of the wild fires
Til nothing but time can defend

And I don't try holding the wind anymore
I've found far better use for my hands
And I've found far better ways to lose my voice
Than cursing these shifting sands

When the ocean lies down beside the shore
She is never in envy
She understands what she can never be
And she kisses it constantly

I just cannot carry this love anymore
In so fragile a jar
Did I hold it so high because I cared so much
Or because I had carried it so far?