Not easy to walk through a meadow full of flowers when they look dead and it's as if you can see the bones of the dead reaching for the sunshine that the daises aren't sharing as I collapse towards the graves part of me wishing to be a flower and the other wishing I was colds stone with some skull and bones with my smile washed away but roots of nature growing in me my tears becoming lost in the ground because the flowers need it but I need to stop feeling like a dull piece of grass I need to be a flower but I'm just going to be another sad story lost in the dirt that the flowers need to thrive and another lost soul will kick me around but we all end the same and we'll all breathe the same dirt one day and it won't be easy to walk through a meadow full of flowers when they look dead