Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall

Through the Dcorridors of F#misleep 
Past the Gshadows dark and Ddeep 
My F#mimind dances and Gleaps in Dconfusion. 

DI don't know what is F#mireal, 
I can't Gtouch what I Dfeel 
And I F#mihide behind the Gshield of my Dillusion. 


ASo I'll Gcontinue to conDtinue to preHmitend 
My G6life will never Hmiend, 
And E7flowers never Gbend Gmaj7with the Drainfall. 


The mirror on my wall 
Casts an image dark and small 
But I'm not sure at all it's my reflection. 

I am blinded by the light 
Of God and truth and right 
And I wander in the night without direction. 


ASo I'll Gcontinue to conDtinue...


It's no matter if you're born 
To play the King or pawn 
For the line is thinly drawn 'tween joy and sorrow, 

So my fantasy 
Becomes reality, 
And I must be what I must be and face tomorrow. 


ASo I'll Gcontinue to conDtinue...