The Flowers

I carved the stone with my own hands To watch you as you sleep I tend the flowers every sunday Making sure they keep You aways took care of the roses Now they're taking care of you Your grave is covered by dozens Though I only planted a few Rain or shine your flowers grow While others don't survive The way they did in your garden Back when you were alive Some people call it a miracle As they come to watch them grow But I know you feed the flowers With the love that's in your soul I carved the stone with my own hands To watch you as you sleep But when it rains it almost seems The flowers begin to weep