My Flower Sky

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I have tried to paint it

My own flower sky

A garden of color

I cannot describe



And I have made a way there

Through these corridors

And through the rooftop stairway

Through the secret door



You misunderstand me

I am not a child

The door to my garden

I lift open wide, wide up above



Marigolds, violets, roses not stud seeds

Cornflowers make blue fields

Where I want to run



You misunderstand me

I am not a child

The door to my garden

I lift open wide



You misunderstand me

I am not a child

I wish that I could be

But time proves unkind



You misunderstand me

I am not a child

A place to come back to

Is my flower sky

Is my flower sky

Is my flower, my flower, my flower, my flower sky



It's somewhere out there

Sky