Lyrics
This thing called love…
Can lead us down so many different paths
A place that feels familiar,
One that we can, call home
A place that we’ve never been, the unknown
It can be frightening to say the least
But…one thing I do know is,
The fear that operates within narrows perspective,
Which we ultimately need in order to see a flower blossom
Always remember,
A flower tends to wither,
But always comes back around when it’s time for its season
You can’t find what you’re not willing to see
In a frame of mind
In the margins is all you can be
You can’t find what you’re not willing to see
In a frame of mind
In the margins is all you can be