All of that which could hurt ya in all of the world could never harm you in my arms my love, My girl.
Although I know it's a hopeless, unreasonable dream,
could you check and see if you feel what I mean.
Are you there? Are you sleeping?
I'm curious as to what you're needing.
Experience? Otherworldly feeling?
An active life at the cost of being?
A lonely god recognizing meaning would surely pass us up while weeding through this mind of us.
Be true to thy self.
I am but a weed in this garden.
Insignificant just like all of us, ain't no flower.
But I believe that we got the hour.
Put into words how you're meaning,
an act of god or a tree for leaning.
So join the party, don't be reluctant, it's already started just feel it fluctuate
