Same Heart

She couldn't shake off the feeling
That she was the one red flower in a field of fog
Swaying back and forth in the chilly breeze
Quietly singing her own little song

The air was cold, and land empty
Her tears froze on her cheeks before they could fall
And she yelled, with a hope that someone would hear
When she heard in the distance, a similar call

She couldn't shake off the feeling
That she was the one red flower in a field of fog
Until an ordinary boy of the same heart found her
And he asked if she would come along