Flowers in The Night
Flowers weeping silently in the night,
Are they the only ones to hear my souls lonely plight?
Why am I trapped here so alone?
Is there some sin for which i must atone?
Here alone, the flowers my only friend.
Tragic partners till the bitter end.
Will anyone ever hear my souls mournful cry?
Should the sorrow consume me, would I die?
The flowers for me they cry,
Alas my own tears have ran dry.
How long this torment have I withstood?
Do I truly wish to be free, Even if i could?
Now in the darkness I bid thee farewell.
And I pray to the night your soul never sell.
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