Written by Beau Dumont
my flower, oh flower,
your lovely petals remind me of a
warm, sunny day.
the joy i feel when i see you
washes my troubles far away.
my flower, oh flower,
the days grow weary and wilt you,
your petals grow frail and weak.
the words of what i could say to help
aren’t there, all is left is a small squeak.
my flower, oh flower,
the world seems so much bigger then the garden we both know.
i sit in tears and hide my shame
as i fear i can’t
help you grow.
my flower, oh flower
the tears once made of sorrow
water the ground in with you lie
and standing in this homely field
we will get through the harsh together
my flower, oh just you and i.
