Where the Purple Flowers Fall

Have you seen where the purple flowers fall? Near that house of Broken Glass That is Where the purple flowers fall Near that house of Shattered Dreams Movements of the Wind Move the glass from Dreams Where the Purple Flowers Fall Never Ending never slowing down Never Giving there dreams away To the unwilling Souls of the forest Aligned with the Spirit of the Wind Where the Purple Flowers Fall Forever to the willing She who is in control Of all things living Walking Through time itself Yet Weary she is Moving slowly Among the trees The house Of shattered glass is her home Where Dreams reside There She dances On the glass But her feet do not Bleed For she Dances on Dreams Not True Glass For some Dreams are Jagged Life life Life moves with her Like the wind Like water Like Earth But not like Fire Fire burns and destroys She would never Destroy For all she can give is life and love Yet she has no name She has no need for names For she is The Purple Flowers that Fall Never ending Always there Yet there are those who want her Gone They fight her with there machines Yet she finds the strength to go on To Grow where others Burn She Spreads life Forever wanting Dreams are whats in the glass As your reflection shines back at you I to wish to see my reflection in the glass In the Jagged glass Of that house Where the purple flowers fall Forever and always For dreams never die The live longer Then we ever will They were here before And will be here after Long after we are gone I wish to Dance On dreams To be the flowers that fall To be with her forever Where the Purple Flowers fall Yet there is no plant from which they fall They Rain From the Sky Always Falling Always Wanting Never Ending For Each petal Is a Dream that joins her and the glass The Glass is the dreams that never come true That is when dreams become the Glass On which we all dance You me and her Where the Purple Flowers fall Where we Join hands And Fall with the flowers Onto the the Shattered glass on which we dance Waiting for our foot to Peirce the Glass The dream that wasn't lived And Live it Always And Forever We Dance on the flowers Of others dreams This is where i would like to go To see my reflection In the glass And to see purple rain fall from the sky Where The Purple Flowers Fall