This is a wake up call to all of you flowers and all of you weeds
The sun's coming through the night just to meet you and your need
My shadows never had much to say
They'd stand and look at me anyway
What could they see?
They knew of only my yesterdays
And things that might be true anyways
Just older versions of me
Now that I'm found and I can do it my way
A little right sound, and feel my face in the sun
Shadow my ground but never stand in my way
Turn me right round, and I might run to the sun
If I were to make up all that I wanted to be, all I wanted for me
It still wouldn't know very much unless I felt I'd been made to see
Some days don't leave me with much to say
And they can feel like mine anyway
Nothing lost on me
So tell me what have we done today?
And would we say that it got away?
And maybe it's okay