Vārdi: Yesterdays Rising. When We Speak, We Breath. Sidewalk Remnants.

as a flower
eases its way from the sidewalks
i see it
its color possesses the town creating all the by-standers
to frown and they don't know
the significance of this
its time they find out
its time they know the significance of this
as i walk up to it
theres nothing more
ive got to find a way
theres nothing more
ive got to find a way out
these thorns are protected by a layer
grab the sun and carry on
these thorns are protected by the sidewalk
as i
walk up
to it
gracefully im stopped and astounded by its thorns
as i
walk up
to it
gracefully im stopped and astounded by its thorns
these thorns are protected by the sidewalk
grab the sun and carry on
these thorns are protected from the sidewalk
grab the sun and carry on