Cottonwoods

I got to remember which ones are your friends
So I don't accidentally insult them again
Like I've done a time or two
It's just they don't remind me of you
And I forget to hide my pride

I told you again you should go out on your own
Make a name for yourself the likes that's never been known
I'll build a strong house and when you come back home
You'll find me where the cottonwoods grow

The light at dawn
Will be something to behold
No painter could capture
The pinks and blues so cold
The air filled up with flowers
I pin one in your hair back to the side
Felling like the observers of our lives



Credits
Writer(s): Kathryn Brooks
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