Flowers
Flowers
You see blossomed flowers
But on the inside they are burning,
With an immense power
There left only was yearning,
As the petals turn into ashes
They were blown away,
There were lightning flashes
Of color gray.
You see blossomed flowers
But on the inside they are burning,
With an immense power
There left only was yearning,
As the petals turn into ashes
They were blown away,
There were lightning flashes
Of color gray.