Me Without You -Part 2 To the Flower

.....Beyond that hill not far away, a barren land filled with gray A place where storms command the skies, A place where zealous vultures fly A place untouched by the flower’s love, So savagely damaged by the rain from above This land is me when I’m sad and blue, The land with no flower, Me without You Written in Queens, New York -Circa 1994