You came into this world with eyes as clear as water
You didn’t look a thing like your grandmother’s daughter
With a heart so heavy and beating like a drum
Yeah, neither did you look like your grandfather’s son

Wilder than a brushfire burns deep inside the bramble
Baby, I think God made your soul born to ramble
Maybe you’ll take to the far away places
Where life is gonna deal you a hand full of aces
But it doesn’t really matter how great the spaces

And when everything changes our love will stay the same
(We’re chained) And when everything else goes away, our love will still remain
We’re chained
-Brandi Carlile

Thursdays are for flowers! And this Thursday I’m sharing flower pictures of flowers from my yard.

Dahlias, columbines, and peonies, oh my!