When skies were always of a blue
In times when I knew love was in me,
When I was young and filled with joy,
The world seemed beautiful and good,
I loved a girl, and she loved me,
And that was all that really mattered.
But time drags on and love can fade,
We fought and then she found another,
I wandered lost in fogs of grey
Where all was harsh, and cruel about me.
It seemed that dark was all I knew
And all I'd have forever more.
From bright and young to dark and old
I felt my spirit shift inside,
I felt a hate within my soul
A rancid bubbling deep within,
For all the world and all in joy.
But most of all, it was for me.
But then one day I saw a babe,
Who toddled up to me quite fearless,
She had a flower in her hand,
Her ruddy cheeks pushed in a smile,
She put the flower in grasp,
And said: "Don't look so sad."
That anger bubbled to a climax,
But turned to grief within my eyes,
As tears streamed down, I found my error,
This little girl had found it out.
The world had never failed me once,
But I had failed myself too many times.
I still hold onto that old flower
Although it's dead, it still smells sweet,
Of many deeper lessons that I learned,
And of the hope that I can always keep.
So long as I draw breath, this much I know:
That even in the desert flowers grow.