B. Flowers

Look back in silence; the cradle of your whole life.
There in the distance, losing its greatest prize.
Nothing is easy, nothing is sacred.
Why?

Where did the bough break?
It happened before your time.


There were people there, lovely as you've ever cared.
Tonight.
you can start again.
Laughing in the open air; have yourself another dream.


Only the young can break away...
Lost when the wind blows; on your own



Mother its cold here. Father thy will be done.
Thunder and lightening are crashing down.
They got me on the run, direct me to the sun.
Redemption keeps my covers clean tonight.