I Might Be Gone

I stand and watch the flowers Growing in the street If I stand for long enough Will they grow through my feet Sun filling up the sky And birds flying in the air If I could jump high enough I'd be with them up there Thoughts drifting through my head But none seem to stay for long Don't really want to get away And yet I might be gone See the wind blowing through the tree Hear the sound it makes Bending all the branches But not one will break