Flowers

"Where that boy who writes music?"

It's never even asked

Days lying on my bed, but now I'm rising to the test

I was right next to you, but it looked like you didnt't even care

It ain't fair, but I'm better now, so why'd I even care

But now the end is in sight, they'll all say and write

"Why you bother to leave, can't you try to stay and fight?

You should have said. This makes us sad"

Do you know the pain I had?

It always comes from me, so don't try to paint me bad

So I'll go on ahead

If you think it's all flowers inside my mind. Do you know who I am?

The man with a thousand scars of tales to tell, all victories over hell

The depths of earth and the death it's call, oh trust me I've seen it all

But still I'm waiting for you to ask 'bout who I really am, before I'll be gone

They must think that I feel like a saint

But do they even know, I went through too much pain

I'm not out of reach, you just think I'm strange

'Cause I choose my Father every second of the day

But it still breaks my heart to see that you don't love

To spend some time with me, 'cause I'm not

Into the ways of this world, sadly

You don't like to have a deep word (but a party)

If you think it's all flowers inside my mind. Do you know who I am?

The man with a thousand scars of tales to tell, all victories over hell

The depths of earth and the death it's call, oh trust me I've seen it all

But still I'm waiting for you to ask 'bout who I really am, before I'll be gone

So when I'm gone, what will remain?

The boy full of joy, or the boy in the shade?

The boy who needed a hand, alone in the rain

Or the boy who defeated his death and his pain?

The boy who walked

But he never talked

But have I ever called, his name?

Do I know who he really was

Or did I never dare to ask his loss?

I was there every moment

Every day in my life

Just waiting for a calling-out to hop on the ride

But they do not want to hear me when I'm speaking my mind

Because the thing that hurts the most is hearing truth in your life

If you think it's all flowers inside my mind. Do you know who I am?

The man with a thousand scars of tales to tell, all victories over hell

The depths of earth and the death it's call, oh trust me I've seen it all

But still I'm waiting for you to ask 'bout who I really am, before I'll be gone

Where chapters end, the tale goes on

But the story will remain

A King and His knight to preach a kingdom come

It is a truth to proclaim

The story goes on