A Windflower Of Mine
She is bright and cheerful just like the sun,
When you fall she is your cushion you can rely on,
Like a passion friut, at first it's bitterand strange
But if you taste it more carefully you will understand
the positive side.
Windflowers are lovely but when the time comes
Her spirit will flow away with the wind and you'll
Never find her.
Without her there are no more sunshine in my eyes