Ivy vines that clothe the tree

Daisies look and take a peek

Sun takes colours from the green

And bleaches.

December white, a cotton dress

Open lawn to make a nest

Trying to think what I love best

In your features.

You were born to run and run

'til you find your fire

I saw what you'd become

I know, I know

Blossoming among the wildflowers, flowers.

Daggers white, they cut through skin

A new addition to your grin

To reach the end we must begin

To feel it.

Lie and trace you on the grass

Hair that makes a question mark

You'll always be in my heart

I mean it.

You were born to run and run

'til you find your fire

I saw what you'd become

I know, I know

Blossoming among the wildflowers, flowers.

You were born to run and run

'til you find your fire

I saw what you'd become

I know, I know

Blossoming among the wildflowers, flowers.