i still remember
the first time i saw
the October sun
when it hit your hazel eye
the rivers of gold arise
and my love fires

can I say it was true?
like the feeling like your hand on mine
can I love you greatly
and stay fine?
i don't want to hurt you
because I know I can
I just hope you know
it was never really right

i wish i was good enough
for what I love
was never wanted
in the perfect circle
I wanted to break
while others told me to wait
why waste time
you don't own?
set me free
bird flies far from home
can I gain my first feathers
or is thee seedling supposed to stay