Wildflowers

Ivy vines that clothe the tree Daisies look and take a peek Sun takes colors from the green and bleaches December white, a cotton dress Open lawn to make a nest Try to think what I love best in your features You were born to run and run 'til you find your Fire, I saw what you'll become, I know, I know Blossoming among the wildflowers, flowers Daggers wide, they cut through skin A new addition to your grin To reach the end, we must begin to feel it Lie and trace you on the grass Hair that makes a question mark You'll always be in my heart, I mean it You were born to run and run 'til you find your Fire, I saw what you'll become, I know, I know Blossoming among the wildflowers, flowers You were born to run and run 'til you find your Fire, I saw what you'll become, I know, I know Blossoming among the wildflowers, flowers