| The Flower and the Sun |
| A flower sitting on a hill is warmed by the sun, And beacause of that, they both have fun They enjoy each moment as the time goes by Until a cloud gets in the way causing the flower to die As it sits upon the lonely hill, It is surrounded by air that's cold and still, And the sun can't do anything but hide Even though the sun's warmth is needed by the flower's side And as the flower is cold as ice, It's chances of surviving is a role of the dice, But a wind pushes the dark cloud away Making the it again a sunny day You are the sun, and I am the flower, And my feelings for you can't stop the cloud's power I need you to help me push the cloud away So our warmth and joy will forever stay |