Ivy vines that clothe the tree
Daisies look and take a peek
The sun takes colors from the green 
And bleaches

December white, a cotton dress
Open lawn to make a nest
Trying to think what I love best
 In your features

You were born to run and run 
'til you find your fire
I saw what you'll become, 
I know, I know
Blossoming among the wildflowers, flowers

Daggers wide, they cut through skin
A new addition to your grin
To reach the end, we must begin 
To feel it

Lie and trace you on the grass
Hair that makes a question mark
You'll always be in my heart, 
I mean it

You were born to run and run 
'til you find your fire, 
I saw what you'll become, 
I know, I know
Blossoming among the wildflowers, flowers

You were born to run and run 
'til you find your fire, 
I saw what you'll become, 
I know, I know
Blossoming among the wildflowers, flowers