the stone they carved so perfectly
stands now that you cannot
the flowers soon will be like you too
as the songs turn me to knots
honestly things won`t be the same
i hate the way that things have to change
the footprints left in muddy grass
show the people who all care
you can`t tell who`s crying due to rain
but i know we`re all crying here
honestly things won`t be the same
i hate the way that things have to change