Where do I go from here?. Or am I just like a clock spinning 'round?. Everything seems unclear. Confusion is raising its head and I can't make a sound.
My sentiment will bore you, senseless I know. But, I've got to tell you something. I want to be a satellite to your world. Spinning in the universe. .
Little flower how you've grown so fast. Seems like only yesterday. Little flower how your beauty lasts. It always will to me. . Floating in around the trees.