A smashed flower on a sidewalk

A broken, empty dream

Thinking about you brings back memories

A torn photograph

Rips in my old jeans

A haunted past

Broken harmonies

Never meant to last

So why do I still

Pick clovers

And dandelions

It's all over

For me it was just starting to begin

And that old crushed flower

Gets swept up by the wind

And our golden hour

Has come to an end

Once again I wish that I could see

Any hope,

Any sliver of belief

That flower blowing in the wind

I picked it up

And brought it close to my heart again

I placed it in a book

Where its beauty ever shows

And my love for you ever,

Ever grows

If this flower can survive where it's not safe and warm

We'll be alright

Standing in our storm