When has grief been overwritten by flowers
Grief throbs thorough the veins nourishing the pain further
Like the stalk holidng the flower
While petals are left to fly
When has grief not partnered with flowers
When 'she loves me not' is the last one out
When has grief not partnered with flowers
When 'she loves me not' is the last one out
When a wreathe is laid after our beloveds are lowered
When has grief not been one with flowers?
When has grief not been one with flowers?
They are dead themselves
Being proffered in remembrance
To fill the arena with a pleasent nostalgia
That coulds the stench of grief
That coulds the stench of pain
Being proffered in remembrance
To fill the arena with a pleasent nostalgia
That coulds the stench of grief
That coulds the stench of pain
What can the dead afterall offer?
A sweet fragnant nostalgia
That's what flower masks
That is why flowers thrive
A sweet fragnant nostalgia
That's what flower masks
That is why flowers thrive
When a garland is hung on a portrait of the departed
