We Are All Flowers, Growing Then Dying
George Holman
When you were born you didn't know
What stayed at the depths of the mind
And we are all flowers, growing then dying
Blue lights and Christmas fights
Dead green trees and the aliens who you knew your name
You know what helps you cope
But I want something I can hold
I wonder
How the depths of your mind long for
For something special
When you were born you had it all
Blue lights
Blue lights