MY FLOWER

I was looking for a flower, A flower to fill me with love The sun had burned me too much, The cold had bit me too hard And my leaves were frail, My roots weak I found my flower, So beautiful and sweet She taught me the secrets What would keep me alive From the sun that burned too much From the cold that bit too hard How am I supposed to move on oh flower When you're not here anymore, To tell me what to do about the wind And the many seasons that change? How am I supposed to move on oh flower, When you're not here anymore To hear how I battled the wind And the many seasons that change? Oh my flower, I'm in pain But grateful I am That in many suns, in many colds, in many winds, and the changing seasons I found you A flower to fill me with love