A Dead Man becomes a Snowdrop
A Dead man becomes a Snowdrop
A Dead Women a Bluebell
Dead children become Buttercups and Daises
On a Golden field on Sunshine hill
Our Spirits become Flowers
As we haunt over nature’s wild
As our Spirits ride the wind
From Adults to a Child
Death only exists in a World
That’s Blind with Earths Desires
As they work and work till death
Until their spirits die and expires
