Ivy vines that clothe the tree
Daisies look and take a peek
Sun takes colors from the green and bleaches
December white, a cotton dress
Open lawn to make a nest
Try 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'll become, I know, I know
Blossoming among the wildflowers, flowers

Daggers wide, 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'll 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'll become, I know, I know
Blossoming among the wildflowers, flowers

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