Or my life, if I were dead.

If I were wood, I would like your fire to turn me to ashes.
If I were air, I would ask you to breath me
And if I were a drop, I would choose to live in your ocean.
If I were a dream, I would beg you to dream me,
And I would beg you to cry me if I were a tear.
If I were vessels, maybe you could be my blood,
Or my life, if I were dead.
If I were a bird, honey, would you be my wings?