the memories planted where the daisies grow
the children remember
the children they know
the place where the daisies grow
the children remember
the children they know
the place where the daisies grow
the memories fading in the silver of cold
for we all forget
for we all out-grow
too tall for the flowers of white and gold
for we all forget
for we all out-grow
too tall for the flowers of white and gold
petals of memories from our lost life
we all want it back
we long to regrow
and find the daisies we sold
we all want it back
we long to regrow
and find the daisies we sold
1 comment:
this is such a cute story, and yet its like ... i dont know ? a story of now.
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