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
it's somewhere out there
sky...
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