so much time has passed,
and the fields have overgrown,
no more flowers to pick,
the weeds have found a home....

drifting through the clouds,
the memories they go,
and the heartaches as well,
as new seeds they will grow...

if it could all be as it was,
and find in me the courage,
then i could feel again what it ment,
to see the blue burn into orange......