starflowers
i was lost in search of you
i thought you were a myth
i was late in reaching you
i know you would have lived
and still the petals are burning
though the flowers are dead
and still the stars are turning
though the cold night has fled
such a way of losing you
i'd take a lifetime to heal
such a waste of missing you
i pray i won't have to feel
and still the petals are burning
though the flowers are dead
and still the stars are turning
though the cold night has fled
i was late in reaching you
i know you could have lived
Words and music by Ana Raffali (anaraffali muzik ent.)
Philosophical cow dung on the life of little Ms. Imperfectly Fine.