things left undone:
In fields where nothing grew but
weeds,
I found a
flower at my feet,
bending there in my direction.
I wrapped a hand around its
stem
and
pulled until the roots gave in,
finding there what I've been
missing.
And I know....
So I tell myself, I tell myself, it's
wrong.
There's a point we pass from 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 falling 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 could live, I walked away now.
But I know...
Not a day goes by when I don't feel this burn.
There's a point we pass from 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.
All because of you.
All because of you.
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.
Inside these arms of yours.
All because of you
I believe in
angels.
Not the kind with
wings,
no, not the kind with
halos;
the kind that bring you
home
when home
becomes a strange place.
I'll follow your voice;all you have to do is shout it out.
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