My little My little flower last time I seen you You were Playing with your pedals Looking for dreams Now you've tearned into more then a woman but A lady as pretty as The flowers in the garden can be. But wild like the dreams you used to see When you were blowing in the wind Inside the peddles of  my Fantasies.

This life is not a race to the finish line .so we need to slow down and take our time. a wise man waits for patience on the inside. and shows it on the outside. When He learns to slowdown The world will show it's flaws. Showing how easy it is To get lost in a world That's almost gone.

Sometimes I like to put my thoughts to rest So they can dream away the day. That way I can travel through time, while I stare into Space And remembers the wisdom that took shape, before I blew the candles out on my Birthday cake.

Classical music remembers who we are full of excitement with little stars chasing a sky we can't see in our eyes Because they're inside with the light are spirit holeds tight With the love spilling out the sides  overflowing into the night sky. the stardust collects the light that goes inside The minds Of the righteous, That finds The truth inside the wisdom That knows why it was finished at the cross And believes that god adds up to three.They are the wisdom walkers they hold my wisdom and they see inside the things most could never believe They walk through the dark with my light bye there side.   Their knowledge keeps forever flowing In and out of time Separating Itself from the reality that has no substance backing up what it sees when it's holding on to the illusions of it's Own reality.

Life stretches it's energy through the emotions it captures through the time that finds the present reaching for the future  Before it could see the past separating the moment it had. mixing them all together then sending them back so tomorrow can have the energy To relax In the moment It brings you and I when we travel through time.

When the storm rests in the hills The valley will be still. The stars find there way through the clouds. as the fog pours on to the lake, the water captures the moment in glass. Spreading the morning due across the grass. The sun finally reaches the other side it of night ,Bringing the morning in with its sunshine. Its a gift for the day to shine on ones face .Giving comfort A place to stay, In a world that can't wait.

Every sign Can't be a coincidence Look for the other side of time inside the simple things in life. Slow down and think maybe That bird you see singing in the tree, Keeps looking at you through someone's dream. Trying to tell you to wake up from your sleep. Before this nightmare becomeS You're reality.