Yet Still from Sail On by Louise Wright

There’s only so many plates that I can spin, I don’t quite have a grip on everything,
My corners are not perfectly aligned, my quavers are not perfectly in time.
There’s dirt under my nails, there’s a speck upon my cheek,
A falter in my step, I stutter when I speak,
I fumble and I fall, hopelessly inadequate for you.

And yet, yet still, still you, you love, love me.

I wish that I could speak the words you seem to need,
Take the gifts you give me, the warnings that you heed,
But I am still the naïve, silly little wanderer that you met.

And yet, yet still, still you, you love, love me.

And your love is a conquering force, a strong work horse,
A piercing mirror, a hopeful glimmer, a winter’s summer, a marathon runner.
And your love hits me in those painful places, pursues and chases,
Makes me stronger, finds me weaker, you have chosen, you have chosen, you have

Still, still you, you love, love me
And yet, yet still, still you, you love, love me.

• Acoustic
• Soul
• blues
• jazzy
• singer-songwriter