Your Will Is a Wildflower

If you had the urge to trust me
 Then let your words free right now
 Let them fall to the ground like the broken branch that I found
 from the old tree we used to climb on up and down,
 well all I found was my heart in the old pine missing the old times now.
 I ain't wasting my time just waiting on some kind of rule
 that says I shouldn't bloom
 I ain't wastin my time on the sunshine
 When wildflowers bloom on their own in June just for you
 If you had the time to come and run with me
 Because that freedom we need some
 I feel like a bird without wings
 I've been dying to be flying but I'm shaking like a tambourine.
 If the robin sees my problems I'm hoping she could rob them away from me
 but all she found was my feet on some new ground leaving our home towns now
 I ain't wastin my time just waiting on some kind of rule
 that says I shouldn't bloom
 I ain't wastin my time on the sunshine
 when wildflowers bloom on their own in June just for you.
 I know the land erodes away
 from rocks to river beds of ancient days
 and these patient ways will get is through the Fall.
 Down by the lagoon, where the fisherman leaves far too soon
 and his fortune will go running down the stream with hopes of reaching the sea