Another Hour

A flower is a flower until they pull

Petals blow away

The wind will keep her secrets, won’t take her home

Leave me to stay

 

The trees will fill the garden near the flowerbed

Crowding far away

Shadows looming over her delicate leaves

The sun will erase

 

See her swaying, colour fading there

Stem sighing

Every hour

 

People will walk by but no one knows

Take their care away

Need support and medicine, can’t share or create

Hold their love away

 

Bury the truth, every day you lose

Bury the truth, every day you lose

Bury the truth, every day you lose

Bury the truth, every day you lose

 

See her swaying, watch her fading there

Still trying

Another hour

 

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