And in the field I did lay, with the flowers I did stay, wilting when there petals fall.. My tears now dry like there stem.
In the field I lay silent, with the corpses of pretty flowers. Nothing lives only decays, I'm just a flower, no longer blossoming Just decaying, my petals deceased.
The field of empty flowers, with not a blossom. Where everything that once lived now stagnantly lies. The aroma of death where I once blossomed now rests beneath the earth... I was a flower now buried beneath.