The field
It is of daisies
Blanketed in a glowing white
Lace sewn to a core of golden yellow
Outshining the brightest star
And rising to your crowned glory above your roots
To touch the setting sun
The field
It is of daisies
Blanketed in a glowing white
Lace sewn to a core of golden yellow
Outshining the brightest star
And rising to your crowned glory above your roots
To touch the setting sun