One More Flower

Maybe it was the way the wind blew through the silent streets
Or how the sun peeked through the smokey fog that contaminated the sky
We aren't feeling the same
We know something's missing
There's a bouquet of flowers on a fresh grave

I could hear the distant prayer of a pastor
The faint cries echoed through the trees
A piece of my heart left me
Another flower on a fresh grave

She was everything we needed
Whenever I caught a glimpse of her delicate frame
It was as though heaven was beaming into me
Now her laughter is a memory
And there's some roses on a fresh grave

I knew she was happy when the days were sunny
Now the sky is dark, polluted, and filthy
I couldn't help but feel, there was some sort of warning
For her voice was silent, but her lips were surely moving

We didn't hear her verbal words
We should've listened harder
Now we can't stop hearing her
For there's a garden on a fresh grave