give me my flowers yet while i live
after my time is over and my life i yield, there are no more pain i can feel, and no more thoughts i can give,so, give me my flowers yet while i live. give me my flowers yet while i live, i can't smell them after i've gone, when my soul has ascended home, and all that is left is memories, and sad, sad songs, groans, and grief, and many tears so brief. no more chills and thrills, so, give me my flowers yet while i live. give me my flowers yet while i can see, that you really love and care about me, so, i may say; thank you, and my feelings expressed, before my body is laid to rest. so, please, give me my flowers yet while i live.
copyright 1997
