Pasture

I runn'a like a busy bee Through all the pastures that you put before me You said this life is like the wind How woah how woah woah how could I make my way through the foliage As I make a drop of a stumble Admiring all them lapis streams I say "my Dad is strong stayed when they all saw I was lost" All this terrain is mystery I close my eyes and hold your hand through debris cause My soul it gravitates to you I come with you in all the snow and thunder I need your water I breath it in No other way for me to make my way through the foliage cause I'd make a drop of a Stumble and I'd tumble