Out Where Flowers Grow Wild...

Sitting out where flowers grow. Still don't know.. Where to go. Which way to choose, or what to do. Feel so lost, so scared, so blue. Don't know how...To walk, talk, or even, move...Turn to God and i just cry...Help me with all inside. She was a life, A soul, A child. She fought to stay awhile. Didn't make the trial. But God did smile... Handed her the key...Now she's free, to run, to soar, to be... Playing amongst the leaves... Singing mild, singing tenderly... God did release. Her tears, her heart, her inner, child... Out where flowers grow wild...