The flower it bloomed

The flower; it's blooming.
The flower, the flower; it's blooming.
It was oh so afraid of the wind that blew, and its un
noticed and now that flower right there is blooming out.

The flower; it's blooming.
The flower, the flower; it's blooming.
It was oh so afraid of the wind that blew, and its un
noticed and now that flower right there is blooming out.
"Bloom."

The flower, the flower; it's blooming.
The flower, the flower; it's blooming.
It goes unnoticed and then the last flower here had bloomed.

"I see no flower here."
"No flower should have ever grown here."
An old story people told; some believed, some really thought,
That their thoughts, weren't wrong but they lived a lie.

No one with any sense laid their eyes on this flower,
Those who had were only crying for attention they need.
But believe when I say, but believe when I say that the,
last flower, here has been, blooming before our own eyes.

The flower; it's blooming.
The flower, the flower; it's blooming.
It was oh so afraid of the wind that blew, and its un
noticed and now that flower right there is blooming out.