The Flower That Shattered the Stone

As I look back I see a girl She is at a quinceanera practice She suffers from leukemia. Like a bright star from heaven The sun and water brought life Then leukemia drained it It’s sharper than a knife To see her alive is blissful Her light sparkles even in illness The illness is sad but not sinful As the river runs freely The mountain does rise I see with my own eyes Medicine has helped her recover Life hasn’t looked so bright before I’m proud not to see her suffer We’re all glad that her pain is lower than minor The rainbow was painted full of light Like a bright star from heaven Like the flower that shattered the stone. Light hearted