Various Artists — If Not For

I've got some old flames whose heat sears But if not for old flames I wouldn't be here There's nothing I'd take to repeat my sins for But if not for some sins, I might not have been born Strange how the things that plague me Are the same that made me Strange how the things I regret Are the seeds I needed No chemical vices I choose I submit to Might not have been advice If not for what they'd been through There have been people who I've let abuse me But if not for bruises I wouldn't seek beauty Odd how the things that seize us Are the same that free us Odd how the things that siege us Are the same that teach us There may be awkwardness In our origins But even awful limbs With morbid tints Bear cores within One autumn wind or Storm will rip it From the leaves thrown Clouds pour the swim For seeds sown In scores of ticks There will be a tree grown For a Rembrandt To make a portrait with An easel Portraying gorgeousness With ease, most remember it: Rain waters it and reaps growth Earth fosters it in a deep cloak So next time you hate these zones Please know that you need both... Strange how the things that plague me Are the same that made me Strange how the things I regret Are the seeds I needed Odd how the things that seize us Are the same that free us Odd how the things that siege us Are the same that teach us