White FlowersA group of batteries sleep to revitalize.More Like This
One sails harsh waters awake.
There's a certain rain only seen at night.
It is a storm with one carrier to its weight.
The shadows are darker without your power.
An aimless spirit's fallen prey to the past.
Craving for youthful energy.
How long do the memories last?
Falling into another dimension
Because nobody here has the answers.
Swept into your mind, suspended.
Calmly anticipating your battery's expiration.
No author could craft a better life
For the one feeling like an outcast.
But before your skin's seduced by the famous knife,
These words would like to offer something before tonight's the last.
For every sign people ignored,
For your clever illusions of happiness,
You have a little angel that listens and adores.
White flowers wouldn't mind to reminisce.
Joyful pedals loaning open ears wish to take you away
To brush rainbows across the black and grey
Because regardless of what you believe,
They know anything can grow from the smallest see