Wildflowers

Remember that field by Johnson’s farm
The one with all those Wildflowers
We spent a lot of our evenings
down there picking the flowers
you would get the white and red ones
I would get the pink and yellow
every time now pass that Field
I remember those days
When we were so happy
And you were full of life
Now your full of nothing
an empty soul you are
I still love you and barely make it
day to day
But I see that field and remember
picking wildflowers with
you.