theres 100 thousand flowers
scatterd across the lawn
in the corner is a satyr
kneeling by a fawn
he puts his hand down slowly
takes his flute up for to play
and breathes into the instrument
for a morning noon night and day
unspoken is the melody
that tells us of the fight
that took those who were innocent
into the darkest night
somewhre the sound of weeping
tells the story of our lives
when the watcher is the chooser
of who loses or survives