Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall

Through the Hcorridors of Esmisleep 
Past the Eshadows dark and Hdeep 
My Esmimind dances and Eleaps in Hconfusion. 

HI don't know what is Esmireal, 
I can't Etouch what I Hfeel 
And I Esmihide behind the Eshield of my Hillusion. 


F#So I'll Econtinue to conHtinue to preAsmitend 
My E6life will never Asmiend, 
And C#7flowers never Ebend Emaj7with the Hrainfall. 


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. 


F#So I'll Econtinue to conHtinue...


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. 


F#So I'll Econtinue to conHtinue...