A flower without water
Is clearly going to die
No matter how much trouble
Tears will not fall from my eyes

The petals of the bloom are bruised
The flower is forgotten
She is left quite alone
The colors there are haunted

No matter how hard I press, or how great
I make my endeavors
This darkness is still seeming
To go on and on forever

A flower pulled up from the roots
Has not a hope of survival
As yet, far as I know
There is not a chance for revival

So tell me this
Then tell me that
And tell me its all right
But what you haven’t told me is
Why I shouldn’t throw this fight

A flower without water
Is clearly going to fade
So I see no reason to proceed
With this absurd masquerade