Testo Memories

Iron flowers at my feet i must of been here before leaves fall off the trees and rain starts to pour, butterfly comes through the mist, rocks scrape me on my toe, i wash my hands in the crick and the air starts to flow sorry mom and dad, i won't be coming home had enough of the world that left me here alone. and heaven sees the garden in me opens up the sky drink drink from the sea pull me down the stars from the night and i can't see this delicate scene the dawning of a masterpiece to the smile of many things i just curl up in my memories and i take you home again.