wilted

I can't grow without your light

I can't grow without your love to water my roots

I can't thrive and bloom quite right

My vines are now my noose

Deprive me of the sun

I may grow, but I'll be gnarled and twisted now

Petals fall one by one

I'm tilting, driftin', wiltin'

Wither away like bones to dust

Shrivel up, break, and combust

It's all gone and dead

Brittle, browned, and wilted (So wilted)

What was once green is grey

Hysterical, useless, and frail

My leaves have all decayed

Morning glory now nightingale

So wither away like bones to dust

Shrivel up, break, and combust

It's all gone and dead

Brittle, browned, and wilted (So wilted)

(Close your eyes)

(What you see now, love?)

(Can you picture the world without the sun?)

(I said close your eyes)

(What you see now, love?)

(Can you picture the world without the sun?)

Bugs may eat my flesh (Bones to dust)

Waning, rotting, and done (Bones to dust)

But a new flower manifests (Bones to dust)

One that won't need the sun

One that won't need the sun

No, I won't need the sun

I'll be my own sun

I'll be my own sun

I'll be my own sun