Nathan K
All of The Flowers
All of the flowers in your grandma's garden are the same as youThey're singing you a songAnd all of the hands that built the New York skyline are inside of youAnd they're pushing you alongTowards a bright new dayAll of the highways stretching toward the mountainsOf the great northwestAre connected in some way to every sidewalkThat you ever walked down as a little childIn your midwestern stateIn those brighter daysAll of the memories that you've ever long forgotten are not lostBut tucked away somewhereWith every heartbeat and every spoken and unspokenLate night prayer, whispered quietlyFor a bright new day
From Letras Mania