Flower fields and hopes and dreams, In my hands, possibilities, Sleepless under the moonlight, Flowers dancing in the breeze. Picking up the daisies, tulips and roses. Pretty little flowers forced to move away; Moved away without any care, Wither a little bit day by day. Flowers fields and hopes and dreams Seem a little bit like me: Chipped and chipped at by the world, Driven to insanity. Tears and tears pour from my eyes, Watering the grass below. Flower fields and hopes and dreams. Never know where they could go. Sorta happy that I'll never know. It'll be a surprise until I go.
