Part I: Can I

Can I smile when it's a hundred degrees? Live like Grandma, with grace and ease? Go ahead through the doorway, I'm right behind you Can I be a farmer in this neighborhood? Can I stop calling things bad and good? I wanna accept everything as it is Can I see the sky with fresh eyes? I have a mirror, it's covered in dust And the light bulb's been long gone Oh, but I'll be damned, after so many years All the glass is still intact and I've got a new cloth 'Cause I traded being blindfolded for a little mindfulness Can I see the sky with fresh eyes? Can I plant a tree in Death Valley? Can it grow to feed my family? I've got a bucket, some water, and two feet Can I speak my truth without being afraid? And if not, speak it anyway? I've got some things to say, I've been holding it all in You're stronger than you give yourself credit for I wondered 'bout those wet prints on your floor You climbed out the well, generations 've been stuck down there So can I see the sky with fresh eyes?