Where nothing grew but weeds,
I found a flower at my feet,
Bending there in my direction.
I wrapped my hand around its stem,
I pulled until the roots gave in;
Finding there what i've been missing.
Not a day goes by where I haven't felt this burn,
There's a point we pass in which we can't return.
I felt the cold rain of the coming storm.
All because of you,
I haven't slept in so long,
WHEN I do I dream,
Of drowning in the ocean,
Longing for the shore,
Where I can lay my head down.
I'll follow your voice
All you have to do is shout it out.
Inside my hands these petals browned,
Dried up; fallen to the ground.
But it was already too late now.
I pushed my fingers through the earth,
Returned this flower to the dirt.
So it can live as i walked away now.
Not a day goes by where I can't feel this burn...