Daisy
Are there dandelions and daisies in my hair?
Are these dandelions and daisies in my hair?
Could this mean that I could feel happiness and joy again?
Could I wash myself and be pure again?
Shower me with daisies and dandelions
Let me heal.
Lonely deep-rooted tree; I want to disappear
A new innocent beginning.
A dress made out of white petals
And the flowers are in my hair.
Even the slightest breeze could destroy
The creation I am trying to make.
Growing fragile and hopeful
Let me...
Are these dandelions and daisies in my hair?
Could this mean that I could feel happiness and joy again?
Could I wash myself and be pure again?
Shower me with daisies and dandelions
Let me heal.
Lonely deep-rooted tree; I want to disappear
A new innocent beginning.
A dress made out of white petals
And the flowers are in my hair.
Even the slightest breeze could destroy
The creation I am trying to make.
Growing fragile and hopeful
Let me...