TendingToTheGarden

New day, breeze sweetly Spinning around my head, spinning around my head Heavy skies, soft lies Leave me so unenthused, under the deepest blue New day, breeze sweetly Spinning around my head, spinning around my head Paper skin, water eyes I cannot see a thing, please wait up for me First try is never the best one Everything we touch now turns to stone First try is never the best one Everything we touch now turns to stone