daisies
It was but two years ago in a field of white simple daisies on a clear summer's day I would look to the skies and think of the day I would find a love. Every morning to look into that field covered in wildflowers was a joy. I was as rooted to the soil as they were. But over heat of summer and frost of winter in time they die, as nature intended.
The following spring my love gave me daisies in an assortment of color bright and after a short time they became arid, petrefied and dead. Uprooted, nothing lives long.
Winter killed my spirit this year so much and this year I received no daisies. I can't wait until the field fills up again with my daisies, white simple and pure as the sunshine that nature had planted them beneath.
Rain falling on my face today felt so good. Here is where I belong, let skies open up and rain fall down and wash away insecurity. Stormy rain pour down till I'm soaked. Grow up something new.
No, this year I didn't get daisies from a love, uprooted from an earthy home, colorful.
God's gonna give me daisies. Simple pure white all for me, rooted right here because this is where I belong.
The following spring my love gave me daisies in an assortment of color bright and after a short time they became arid, petrefied and dead. Uprooted, nothing lives long.
Winter killed my spirit this year so much and this year I received no daisies. I can't wait until the field fills up again with my daisies, white simple and pure as the sunshine that nature had planted them beneath.
Rain falling on my face today felt so good. Here is where I belong, let skies open up and rain fall down and wash away insecurity. Stormy rain pour down till I'm soaked. Grow up something new.
No, this year I didn't get daisies from a love, uprooted from an earthy home, colorful.
God's gonna give me daisies. Simple pure white all for me, rooted right here because this is where I belong.