There Is No Death

I believe in impossible things, go on little mind trips, have an old soul, idolize Matilda Wormwood, am happy just laying in bed, vividly remember years back, will remain golden.

I am a flower quickly fading
Here today and gone tomorrow
A wave tossed in the ocean
A vapor in the wind
Still You hear me when I’m calling
Lord, You catch me when I’m falling
And You’ve told me who I am
I am Yours, I am Yours