Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall

Through the Ecorridors of Asmisleep 
Past the Ashadows dark and Edeep 
My Asmimind dances and Aleaps in Econfusion. 

EI don't know what is Asmireal, 
I can't Atouch what I Efeel 
And I Asmihide behind the Ashield of my Eillusion. 


HSo I'll Acontinue to conEtinue to preC#mitend 
My A6life will never C#miend, 
And F#7flowers never Abend Amaj7with the Erainfall. 


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. 


HSo I'll Acontinue to conEtinue...


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. 


HSo I'll Acontinue to conEtinue...