Of Birds, Flowers and Waves

I want a man who isn't afraid to let me fly
But still gives me a safe place to land\
Watching me soar above the clouds
And beaming like a runway when I'm ready

I want a man that doesn't pick the wildflowers
But watches them bloom
For he knows wilting in a vase
isn't where I belong

I want a man that understand I am the ocean
I ebb and I flow with no rhyme or reason
You can still see me while I'm out
But hear me coming back in

They say if you love something set it free
And if it comes back it was meant to be
I want a man who can let me go
And knows I will always come back