Where does a flower go, father When it has flowered, Inwards or outwards… Child—it doesn’t matter All that matters is, That it has flowered… And, took root within your soul.
Running to the mountains all children would go... With hearts aflutter O there’s a golden rainbow. And a pot of gold on a white ermine landscape- Of snow where playful; polar bears play.
Big ships sale out to sea But they can’t hold my heart Or harbor my soul Since you traveled away… The sky is as blue as ink But it can’t hurt or feel As much as I feel for you
Your eyes are emeralds Soaking up the space Between us; taking me Higher than the stars Way above the clouds… Your eyes are emeralds Ghost writing my smiles In the rain, in the rain
