Sunflower Field
I'm probably just like you numbing myself too
From the past I've seen and brokenness I carry
How I struggle deeply I think I am unworthy
Of the little things other people have
And sometimes I'm not honest with myself
The ache for better days, oh I know it all too well
The sunflower field blossoms after hellish winters
Even through the toughest days
Some flowers might fade, their roots still had a purpose
A story they could always tell
The pain that feels like daggers, the comforts I run after
Remind me how weak I truly am
But can't you see the lining the silver etched in hiding
They tell me but do I give a damn
And sometimes I'm not honest with myself
The ache for better days, oh I know it all too well
The sunflower field blossoms after hellish winters
Even through the toughest days
Some flowers might fade, their roots still had a purpose
A story they could always tell
The sunflower field blossoms after hellish winters
Even through the toughest days
Some flowers might fade, their roots still had a purpose
A story they could always tell
There's been happy days and heartbreaks endless nights crying on the floor
Depression, bitter lessons I endured
The stories written upon heart are the songs making me who I am
And these stories are the flowers in my hand
Oh these stories are the flowers in my hand
From the past I've seen and brokenness I carry
How I struggle deeply I think I am unworthy
Of the little things other people have
And sometimes I'm not honest with myself
The ache for better days, oh I know it all too well
The sunflower field blossoms after hellish winters
Even through the toughest days
Some flowers might fade, their roots still had a purpose
A story they could always tell
The pain that feels like daggers, the comforts I run after
Remind me how weak I truly am
But can't you see the lining the silver etched in hiding
They tell me but do I give a damn
And sometimes I'm not honest with myself
The ache for better days, oh I know it all too well
The sunflower field blossoms after hellish winters
Even through the toughest days
Some flowers might fade, their roots still had a purpose
A story they could always tell
The sunflower field blossoms after hellish winters
Even through the toughest days
Some flowers might fade, their roots still had a purpose
A story they could always tell
There's been happy days and heartbreaks endless nights crying on the floor
Depression, bitter lessons I endured
The stories written upon heart are the songs making me who I am
And these stories are the flowers in my hand
Oh these stories are the flowers in my hand
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Writer(s): Naomi Bennett
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