Thursday

When the flowers have all gone

Morning time brings buds to bloom
But flowers fade away too soon.
I’ll be missing you, here in this room


When the flowers have all gone.

Light a cigarette. Throw the match away.
Trying to make just one more day
I have nothing now, not much to say…


The flowers have all gone.

When winter breaks and trees are bare
Like arms reaching into the air
I’ll reach for you, but you won’t be there


When the flowers have all gone.

Plant a seed.
Cause the earth to shake.
Fulfill your need.
And my heart will break.

The tears we reap are the dreams we sow
Sometimes they die, most times they grow
And when morning comes we both will know...


Where the flowers have all gone.

1 Comments:

At 13:57, Anonymous Anonymous said...

beautiful! mom

 

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