I wonder perhaps if I ever will
gather growies again on Vesper Hill.
Paths on a hillside where
the daisies grew wild,
Sunshine seemed warmer then,
Was I but a child
to trust that life could be
what we wish for?
I gave you all of me,
You wanted more.
Changes weren't in our plans,
I wanted to stay
safe on a hillside with
a growie bouquet.
With heaven as close as
just touching the sky
and when seemed so much more
important than why.
Dreams were so easy then.
We lived for someday.
We thought our future but
a whisper away.
I wonder perhaps if I ever will
gather growies again on Vesper Hill.