The Irreplaceable Flower Called Truth

Walking the same streets again Seeing the same things die again There has to be release from such a mundane life He sits on the same corner Looks at the same sky again As if it would give him answers The questions are as heavy as always Just like the piling of sins "I've heard stories that would make men cry. I'm tired of them" he tells me. One day I heard a story Of a glorious paradise So he set out in search of it But all he found was ashes One day a voice from heaven told him "I'm what you should be looking for." The stains of a cynic are stubborn on the heart And he found himself unable to read it But the more he ignored that book The more it haunted him Until he could no more And in that book, he read a story Of a glorious paradise, no tears or chains In his despair he cried to heaven: "I've searched for so long For a place to rest and so I wandered But all I found was a world of ashes If I reach out and take hold of You... Will You finally lead me there?" Walking new streets now Seeing new things form now Finally finding the answers searched for so long No longer is his face full of questions And now he wants to share this story with you: When what I found were ashes in place of paradise I fell down and found a flower growing at my feet On its blood stained petals Was a love letter written for us The things I've always dreamed of are now falling into my hands Out of the ashes of the lies that destroy & cover the world I found one eternal thing It has come to me in the shape of a flower The irreplaceable flower called the Truth Your irreplaceable flower That continues to bloom & guide us