You’re like a sunflower in a mowing field.
Trying to grow with thorns as your shield.
Their protecting you’re senitive side.
Guess it must have felt lonely each night.
I know it’s hard to blossom, when trust has been mowed away.
Doubts in you’re worried eyes are asking me a billion whies.
“Why are all these fears, I’ve collected through the years.
Are hurting me so much, everytime somewhon came too near?”
Like you – I’ve gone through the same.
Like you – I’ve gone through this pain.
It wasn’t easy on this cross.
But I did so you can start all over again.
I know it’s hard to blossom, when trust has been mowed away.
Doubts in you’re worried eyes are asking me a billion whies.
“Why are all these fears, I’ve collected through the years.
Are hurting me so much, everytime somewhon came too near?”
Like you – I’ve gone through the same.
Like you – I’ve gone through this pain.
It wasn’t easy on this cross.
But I did so you can start all over again.
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