I PICK A PRIMROSE
LEAVE A TEAR BEHIND
I WANDER BY THE OAK
RINGED WITH DAFFODILS
I WANT TO BE ACCEPTED
IN THESE WOODS
AND REASON MYSELF
IN THE BLUE SKY OF HOPE
STORYTELLER
I PICK A PRIMROSE
LEAVE A TEAR BEHIND
I WANDER BY THE OAK
RINGED WITH DAFFODILS
I WANT TO BE ACCEPTED
IN THESE WOODS
AND REASON MYSELF
IN THE BLUE SKY OF HOPE