My Flower Sky

I have tried to paint it

My own flower sky

A garden of color

I cannot describe

And I have made a way there

Through these corridors

And through the rooftop stairway

Through the secret door

You misunderstand me

I am not a child

The door to my garden

I lift open wide, wide up above

Marigolds, violets, roses not stud seeds

Cornflowers make blue fields

Where I want to run

You misunderstand me

I am not a child

The door to my garden

I lift open wide

You misunderstand me

I am not a child

I wish that I could be

But time proves unkind

You misunderstand me

I am not a child

A place to come back to

Is my flower sky

Is my flower sky

Is my flower, my flower, my flower, my flower sky

It's somewhere out there

Sky..