Today was born a flower,
in this hour
a beautiful reflection
of the lords intention
threatend by the world
of Life on the edge.

Some want to save you
some want to make you,
the rest just ignore you.
your born in this world
of cynical detection
no real fire left for us to burn
only the groaning unsettled soul
can give you a time to remember.

This is no way
to build a sacred garden
this is no way to proove we have heart.
Practical intention
no money not to mention
leaves us cold and rejected
left standing in the rain.
Who you might ask
is to blame
for,
rejection, infection, persecution, intent,
hate and self worth brings a mental lament.
Fear of interaction causes contractions
that seperate our bodies from our souls.

Your blossom starts wilting before it starts blooming
deprived of nutrition for body and soul.
Deception, protection, become the same inflection
of unknown bodies walking down low.

This is no way
to build a ship worth sailing
this is no way
to be a human race.
Lost in confusion in a tsunami of pain
no ones left to try again.

So we live in crumpled boxes out in the rain
starved cold and shaken
half frozen from the pain.  
Scavengers in hunger
not getting any younger
young and old alike
still looking for the light
but its not there.

This is no way
to treat a flower growing
this is no way
to be a human race.