What are little minds made of?

We're in a field of amaranth and marigolds

You're locked in your mind, your story untold

I keep you away from the rocks, the water, the trees

I can see you letting go, I don't have a key

There's no crowbar that can break a lock on your mind

So instead I just scramble with words, I don't want to be left behind

Not again, not this time

So I'll sit here and be here and I'll rebuild your mind

It can't be that hard, it's done in nursery rhymes

Where little boys are snips and snails, and little girls are sugar and spice

Your mind can be daisies, champagne on ice

I'll give you a mind of silver and gold

If you just stay, let your story continue being told