Finding a piece of me,
underneath the old oak tree,
fallen like a seed.

Want my new self to be,
carelessly bound by gravity
illuminated like a star.

The dewy grass is green,
my brand new shoes are clean
making imprints in the ground.

Old sedans drive by fast,
and see our fingers clasped
gently with no sound.

The sun is glaring,
but it's alright to be staring.
Sight's not the only sense.

And if you go blind,
I'll remind you of the time
that your blue eyes could see.

Open up your heart.
Open up your heart.

And when you're winning,
you can hear the sound of blue birds singing.
And when you're smiling,
the fully clouded sky tends to be crying.

Look inside your mind,
maybe you will find,
a sheltered little child,
that's waiting for a smile.