flowers on the grave
maine, the
feel the moment all around you
and the quiet that surrounds you
the time you have is sacred
don't wait around and waste it
they can't take that away from you
even the sorrow that you carry
'cause you don't plan life
you can't change what is written
of the child that i used to be
it was summer when you told me
that you loved me by the oak creek
my ears had never heard that
tongue forgot the words and
'cause you don't plan life
you can't change what is written
of the child that i used to be
you can't change what is written
you can't change what is written
of the child that i used to be
of the child that i used to be
of the child that i used to be
of the child that i used to be
of the child that i used to be
i was on the verge of breaking down
i was on the verge of breaking down
i was on the verge of breaking down
i was on the verge of breaking down
i was on the verge of breaking down
i was on the verge of breaking down
i was on the verge of breaking down
i was on the verge of breaking down