AMONG THE FLOWERS

A ball of string to lead the way

Of comforts felt, but of faces…

They seem all the same

A familiar pattern frames

A bag of tricks to hide the truth

A web of lies comes back to you

Among the flowers, dear

Roams the souls who care

Place a penny in the well

A wing, a prayer, a place in Hell

Sweet caress….

It’s over

A jealous price will feed the flames

I cross my heart, but places…

They seem pre-arranged

There’s nothing I can change

Place a penny in the well

A wing, a prayer, a place in Hell

Sweet caress…

It’s over

A bag of tricks to hide the truth

A web of lies comes back to you

Among the flowers, dear

Roams the souls who care

Place a penny in the well

A wing, a prayer, a place in Hell

Sweet caress…

It’s over

Lyrics by L. Poems  copyright 1995, all rights reserved