Lyrics

Wildflowers

You were born in a hurricane
everyone around you shouting
dirty windows and cigarettes
a TV set and a makeshift bed

Why some babies are born
into hands as hard as concrete walls
and how some rise from the rust
like wildflowers in a field of dust

Sometimes I walk down by the river
Some days I rise at dawn
Some nights I lie awake and wonder
asking questions about right and wrong

Like why some babies are born
into hands as hard as concrete walls
and how some rise from the rust
like wildflowers in a field of dust

I saw you yesterday out walking
holding someone else's child
I knew then I’d seen an angel
when I saw him smile, and I realized

Copyright Amanda Birdsall, 2008