Liberation feels good Freedom feels great Self-expression is blooming Even on these lazy days I occupy my time with Happy stories of the past I twiddle my thumbs With a complacent smile Etched upon my face
She loves me she loves me not the daisy head lays bear but I'm unsure it's prophecy as I sit and ponder there how can a flower know the heart or feel the pain of ache and yet I fear it's honesty as I feel my poor heart break all day within the meadow sat one thousand daisies dead and still my love lies bleeding because of what they said she loves me she loves me not what cannot speak can't lie and like their petals in the wind my love as passed me by
My kiss in the morning, my love through the night, these arms when you need them, hold my body tight. My song when you are sad, my laughter when you're mad, I can only offer so much, but please take all I have.