Passion To Wake Every Such Morning

This world is shadowed by the darkness embalmed
Where is the good, through the eyes of a loner away
I sit in a field of dying fire, waking up with a flower in my mind
Blooming with the blood of the lost, I sit and recall a memory so distant, as if not there
Forgotten souls wonder this plane, with us and without

I sit with the flower in hand, it shows me what I need
Inspiration in such little petals
Every day it blooms once more, giving hope to those who need, and strength to those fallen
Making a path I shall walk, lighting up the way

A flower lays at each simple need in my world
One lays at each friend I have, though there may be few, but that's enough
More lays at each family member, ones I see daily, ones I don't

A flower lies in the sky for those of the past giving me hope, strength, advice
The petals flow off, each for a remembrance, don't give up, you are you, keeping me from falling hard
They lay on the ground, helping me find the path I walk today
Some are seen, some are felt, some are in the heart and soul

I walk to sit in a field full of such sorrow, yet knowledge that it's going to be alright
I set a flower next to stone, old yet as if new, the memories no longer haunt
I walk away, knowing their in my heart, next to my soul

I sit on my bed, thinking and thinking
With what shows to be in my own hand just what I need
So it seems, there appears a flower, in my own hand
I am me, and that's just what I need

Days shall pass that I feel no need, so down, the path is shadowed
The petals fall endless for seen, taking away such a happy me
The minutes are endless in a world so long
Life is short, yet is a long song

Take a flower, from me to you
You are amazing, such to inspire, such to give
This flower you take, it shows you the way
Keep in mind, a flower of such power is only for great
But without all of you, no one would know, such a side of me, too