There's something magical about wearing a woven flower crown,
I don't know what the magic is,
Or why it's there,
But it lives in the air that encircles that happy little crown,
It's real and it's there and it's luminous,
The magic from a flower crown fills a person up,
Like loneliness and happiness,
When a person puts one on,
They feel happy,
Or maybe they don't,
I hope they do, though,
Everyone deserves a little magic in their life,
Maybe then people will be happier,
Maybe they can listen a little more,
Talk a little less,
Maybe then they can breathe a little easier,
Scream a little less,
Maybe is a hopeful word,
Maybe is the blind optimist word,
Maybe holds a little magic,
Maybe is my woven flower crown.
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This isn't the best pic of the crowns I'm talking about, but it gets the point across. I know this is childish and stupid, but I'm feeling kinda childish and stupid.
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