The Flower Is Violet.
The Flower was violet.
There was once a violet flower.
She grew along a high placed ledge of rock faced stone.
All the other flowers disappeared in the snow.
She alone survived and thrived among the rocky thorns.
A man fell all alone he died in battle.
Wounded for his men, crying out the namme of his flower.
He lays beneathe the snow under unmowed grass.
An ^A^ngel of mye GOD came bye ,
HE sighed a pretty song, as he placed the violet there.
In Life is so in Death may be an indian belief.
All I can rally knoe is that I love her so.
And when the end of time has come,
and GOD gives out rewards,
the two of them will come alive,to never ever sleep.
She will wash his hands and kiss them then.
And tell him she loves him so.
INside the INN of Heaven,they have a place to dwell.
Where ^A^ngels tell of flowers
growing roots on old gravestones.
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