Picking petals from daisies, in a field of green...
running away from the full, morbid and obscene!
Feel the heat from the sun in the sky...
I hope in that picnic she packed a pork pie!
When life gets you down... who says you have to stare it in the eyes? When there are fields of green, rivers and baby blue sky’s!
so I beg you stop rushing and stressing... it’s not good for you guys!
so remember my words for I tell you no lies!