Flowers On the Grave

Flowers on the grave

I walk in the rain 
with you old friend
Burning in the cold
Where  have you been 

Can't you believe
I'm drowning inside
Flowers on your grave
Darkened  blown away 

Is this a dream, Is this a dream
You standing here
Shadows from the sun 
Only one is clear 
Is this a dream is this a dream
Where do you call home
Heaven or hell you
rest your weary  bones 

I hear your voice 
Echoing in the night
Silently still 
Screaming for life

Eyes closed come to me
Haunting slumber I awake
Shiver  warm sweating hard
stuck like free lifeless heart

Is this a dream, Is this a dream
You standing here
Shadows from the sun 
Only one is clear 
Is this a dream is this a dream
Where do you call home
Heaven or hell
rest your weary  soul

Flowers on the grave
Bold and bright
Crying rivers moonless night
Flowers on the grave
Bold and bright
Crying rivers moonless night

Is this a dream, Is this a dream
You standing here
Shadows from the sun 
Only one is clear 
Is this a dream is this a dream
Where do you call home
Heaven or hell you
rest your weary  soul
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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