Cotton Flower

We stood still in an open field Rested by the warmth of autumn's yield And you were kneeling down to catch the sound Of crickets moving south below the shield And I stood catching glimpses of you there Taking pictures in my mind to keep you Near But I am not alone where you are home And I am not alone where you are here And maybe it's just the difference between Getting past and getting just what you Need maybe it's Not something we can see Or a part of Something greater we could be At the battlefield by the shattered bones From a War that they fought alone, alone So alone That Martin Luther's to write his Southern soul And It's strange the way a flower petal falls Can Hold a bitter past untold A sting of love, A beauty's fall And in the pain, A lover's fall And it took me by surprise Where you stand The way your searching eyes stayed There When you looked to me for something more Than said Love is fear and loss of trust Is dust we must unveil And deep down I Knew you cared And shared the love I had Hidden there And maybe it's just the difference Between Getting past and getting just what you need And maybe it's not something we can See Or a part of something Greater we could be Tomorrow's Hold too tight on keeping you from today And You wouldn't have it any other way And if you need a place to hide from Yesterday Then all you have to do is ask The way 'Cause I know the way And it's a fine Line growing old As tea on the porch Starts to grow And I learned my love for another shade And I'm singing my love to you each day