Flowers For the Dead

Broken flowers for the dead
Laid atop their deathbed
Sending their fragrant scent to Heaven's door
As dead leaves litter the cemetery floor
Someone came! Someone came!
To the place where everything stays the same
It is the preacher from the Church
The grave he sees causes his heart to lurch
It is the anniversary of his wife's death
A year since she took her final breath
At the funeral, her golden head laid upon a silken pillow
Now she lays below the Weeping Willow
He hated the poison she took in
Given to her by a Child of Sin
He raised a pistol to his head
Bang!- And he was dead