FLOWERS

Some are so young, I heard her say

Restrain before they get away

Some are so shy as I recall

Just add another brick to the wall

Many things are changing,

Many things are gone

Many rearranging from the drugs they’re on

Some are so dead and turning gray

Trying to live another day

Some try to hide away the sun

The others wilting one by one

Many things acre crazy

Many things are lost

Many here are lazy from the holocaust

(CHORUS)

Too tired, too hot, and too insane

The stems are crushed in lost dismay

All suffer long with growing pain

And in the end we all must pay

Many heads are reeling

Many pushed aside

Many here are feeling as their worlds collide

(CHORUS)

Like a drop in the ocean falls like rain in the desert

Like the eye of the needle makes it hard for the rich man

Like the dark of the forest makes it easy to hide there

Like the sound of the music is blade through the night air