Fire Up The Shoesaw

The bottles are all empty; the potion's gone
 Powers promised like the dawn
 It just won't carry on
 I leave the empties on the doorstep to be filled by time
 Is he a wizard or a teacher? Is she a friend of mine?
 I left a note and signed with haste
 "Give me a packet of peace to taste
 And if you're willing, an extra crate
 Of any power to combat hate"
 Cause though I heard that hate brings pain
 And I need love to take the strain
 A parcel of extra blessing
 To keep my days from guessing
 Oh teach me, the words won't turn the way I ask them
 Oh reach me, show faces true before I pass them
 And all the world is out of key
 And it shrinks inside me
 So many faces to be friends
 When all the madness ends
 I'll leave my mind beneath the mat
 So you can let yourself in
 If you can stand the mess then stay
 But I'm not entertaining
 I feel the richness of our days
 Are like smoke to hold
 I'd make a paper heart to love you
 If I knew where to fold
 But I must sit and just keep trying
 Until I see the shape I seek
 Because I must learn to sculpt the strength
 For everyday that I'm weak
 Oh teach me, the storms won't turn the way we aim them
 Oh reach me, the dreams grow wild before we tame them