Upon the flowers

Upon the flowers that I grew
There sits a devil who never speaks true
He turns their colors black
How can I get them back?

"If this fails you're a failure!"
Those are his words so strong
The knowledge that they're wrong
Is sometimes drowned out by the storm

The fear is deep within me
But past it I can see
That no future shame
Will make me have lived in vain

Failure is a dark noise
That can drown out everything
But it can not kill the melody
Of those who dare to sing

I like the songs that I have sung
I like the joy that I have brought
No failure takes what I have done
No failure turns it all to nought

Upon the flowers that I grew
There sits a devil who never speaks true
He turns the colors black

But I have seen the sun rise after dark nights
And instead of lowering my eyes
I look to the stars, I focus on the lights

And turn from colors black
That's how I get my colors back