I ran for so long
So long that became so so weak
And my pockets fell heavy
With the dandelions
you picked for me
You brought me smiles when I was beat
You made my voice harmonize with laughter with your silly techniques
And most of all you made me feel complete
With all the pain they gave me
You have me drops of sweet honey
And filled my pockets with dandelions to keep
You protected me when they were out to get me
And you told me that on one sunny day we will meet
And I ran and ran
with dandelions in my hands
And some straying away
Into the wind awaiting fate
And then we met again
On this rainy day
Where my dandelions are damp
But not a damp as my cheeks
"We met on the wrong day silly"
I say as I pat your grave
And I do one last thing before I have to run
Run run far away from your grave
From you
My savior
I will empty my full pockets
I will empty out my heart
I will paint a picture with the yellow colors you gave me
To create that sunny day
Before I have to run away
To let you rest in peace
For all eternity
So my savior
Please take the dandelions you gave me
To keep
