I carved the stone with my own hands
To watch you as you sleep
I tend the flowers every sunday
Making sure they keep

You aways took care of the roses
Now they're taking care of you
Your grave is covered by dozens
Though I only planted a few

Rain or shine your flowers grow
While others don't survive
The way they did in your garden
Back when you were alive

Some people call it a miracle
As they come to watch them grow
But I know you feed the flowers
With the love that's in your soul

I carved the stone with my own hands
To watch you as you sleep
But when it rains it almost seems
The flowers begin to weep