Gizelle Smith - Three Tiny Seeds

Three tiny seeds
All longing to be trees
In the palm of her dirty hands
She held these little dreams
The first she forgot to sew
The second seed
Was lost to birds
And the third
Decided it was time to grow

She decided it was time to grow
To grow leaves
She decided it was time
To wander through the thorns and tangled weeds
She decided it was time
To be free
And she knew
What that would mean
With all the butterfies and bees
Standing proudly in the breeze

Once she had been
Where no-one else had been
She knew things she didn't know she knew
Felt things she couldn't feel
One hand she felt alone
The next turn she craved for more than the world
But she didn't really want to
No she didn't really want
To be wise
No she didn't really want
To see the truth
With her own eyes
It was beautiful but she was
Terrified
And she knew she'd never be the same
There was nowhere she could hide

She decided it was time to reach beyond the tangled thorns and weeds
She was perfectly aligned
To be free
And she knew what that would mean
With all the butterfies and bees
Standing proudly in the breeze

Written by:
Gizelle Smith, Steffen Wagner

Publisher:
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find