And what if the flowers stop growing like lights when the sun goes down.
What goes inside ,comes inside.
They wont finish time.
When the time ticks on the wall the clicks slowly fade apart.
Likee parts of a bloom on the tree.
The green edge light on the moon holding me.
The slightly yellow shining that is slowly coming inside.
What is forward comes behind.
As they keep walking hitting every single puddle.
Bout you know that they wont let you go in the muddle.
Just like how the thrones are dead the freezed grass trying to keep the alive.
But you will know that youll always be mine
