Flowers in the vase
Didn't have an ugly death
One by one they slowly withered away
Only to meet each other on the heavens gate
....
I played on my guitar like heart
Sang when I was not happy
Nor loved
But grey
I watched as I pulled the strings
Came out a symphony
That was filled with agony
Not of me, but for the guitar that played
Till however, I sang unhappy songs
In the corner of the room
With my guitar like heart
