Laying under those skies,
A blanket of stars,
Cold warmth
Of dark nights.
Livin’ this life,
Hearing thunder crack
And rainstorms roll,
Country nails,
Wrapped like barbed wire ‘round the soul.
Heart overgrown just like wildflowers,
Untamed and bridled,
The wildlands never do conform to concrete.
A heart of ground,
Beating under these city streets,
River coursing through valleys,
Waiting for the floods to set it free.
Tonight breathe like the dark sky,
Love like wildflower,
And kiss this sweet life on its elusive lips,
Come tomorrow pretend to be tame.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 3:33 PM UTC
Laying under those skies,
A blanket of stars,
Cold warmth
Of dark nights.
Livin’ this life,
Hearing thunder crack
And rainstorms roll,
Country nails,
Wrapped like barbed wire ‘round the soul.
Heart overgrown just like wildflowers,
Untamed and bridled,
The wildlands never do conform to concrete.
A heart of ground,
Beating under these city streets,
River coursing through valleys,
Waiting for the floods to set it free.
Tonight breathe like the dark sky,
Love like wildflower,
And kiss this sweet life on its elusive lips,
Come tomorrow pretend to be tame.