To the man who digs graves,
do not do it in the light of day
unless you want your secrets revealed.

To the man who digs graves,
do not miscalculate the placement
unless you want someone to find out.

To the man who digs graves,
do not turn the tables on me
unless all will know of your misdeeds.

To the man who digs graves,
do not tape your victims mouths shut
unless you know they are dead.

To the man who digs craves
do not run
unless you what the police to find you.

To the men who digs graves,
do not leave evidence
unless you want to start digging your grave.

To the man who digs graves,
do not heed my warnings,
unless it's too late.

Now, start digging.

Flower Child, oh how pretty you are.
Waiting,
Blooming,
Calling,
Out to me I see.

Flower Child, oh how big you are.
Growing,
Flourishing,
Reaching,
Out to the sunlight I see.

Flower Child, oh how changed you are.
Seething,
Wilting,
Fading,
Out to the ground I see.

Flower Child, oh where have you gone?
Your colorful petals have gone,
Your smile has gone away,
The air is colder now.

- a. r.