One day soon, in my backyard chair… I will bow my head… I will be no longer there..but that’s okay.
The plant you see in my hand… will make another stand… blossoming for someone else to see… it’s already provided for me.
One day soon, in my backyard chair… I will bow my head… I will be no longer there..but that’s okay.
The plant you see in my hand… will make another stand… blossoming for someone else to see… it’s already provided for me.