Holding your tiny hand
I've wandered off to somewhere
Staring at the light of tomorrow
I pass on my words
I've got a big burden to carry
I stand with hope, questioning if I'm doing the right thing
The more I try to pick up the pieces, the more they fall
The lion will soon be roused to action
And out of the clouds will come a blue sky
I want you to teach me how to protect
The things most important to you
The flower which blooms so proudly
Though you can't see it, it's still in your heart
In a room of confusion that sways and turns
The questioning illusion, the trembling hand tightly gripped
The heat shared between us, and the shifting scales
They all strike against the cage
The roots and leaves I'd exhausted through my diligent, persistent labor
Had been lured somewhere before I realized
Wishing for tomorrow's light
I bring this day to a close
With a loud, dispelling voice
I stand here to save you
And a choice is forced upon me
The more I try to hold on
The more it peels away
These ten fingers are not enough
To pick them all out equally
In a room of confusion that overflows and collapses
The withering of the trees, the blotched blade tightly gripped
The heat that separates us, and the shifting scales
They all unleash the lion
With feeble breaths, I simply run far, far away
Shadows fall deep upon the running ground
With your tiny hand still clutched in mine
I end up lost somewhere
I hear someone crying
The flower which blooms so proudly
It only wished to protect the smile
From that day
The flower which blooms so proudly
Was meant to be displayed in front of you
In a room of confusion where we say goodbye
The light that fills the room, the trembling hand I gently parted
The heat shared between us, and the feelings that pierce through
They all open the dandelion
The most important thing is...