There's a flower girl in Manchester who's heart pored out in love ,
Sings in defiance ,
and after all applause has passed ,
Through tears of love so sang that sweet ever song of Sally .
And those around yet in their grief ,
and somber tone made it so she did not sing alone ,
' Sing louder '
Came a cry and many more joined in .
As helium balloons flapped in the wind ,
And Suns Ray cast its warm reflection into eyes so full of loss
the Manchester flower girl song unbroken .
Her soul slides away '
And nails implanted in the young and the dying ,
In an act of human kindness  a homeless. Man bent ,
took out the nails beside them ,
and ministered in word and deed to the bleeding .
They opened their doors to strangers,
away from the danger taxi cabs came rescued the lame ,
out of harms way .

Oh potters crown.
To shape and mould
as if man were a slab of clay ,
a crown of thorns to suffering go ,
defeated evil on a tree .

A morning star of purest light ,
Weep for those who shined so bright ,
With mirth their lives cut short .
Tattoo a bee for me so i may never stand silent ,
Broken .
Just one last time ,
Just for You to remind me ,
There really is something about you X