Somber, solemn, maybe suffering
Slightly
Seeking answers to how I can tread
Lightly
Through this darkened time of mourning
How you left  with little warning

( chorus )
Orchids reaching

Towards the weeping skies

Back to the Earth

Pastel, muted, maybe tonal
Flowers
Dominate the room in which we spend the
Hours
Wondering if it will ever be of ease
To see you laying there resting in peace

( chorus )
Orchids reaching

Towards the weeping skies

Back to the Earth