Pain Is A Flower Too
You presented this to me when we were alone.
It dangled before my eyes
With its treasures found and stole
Stripped from his soul heartbreaking cries
So I kissed his pain
Absorbed to make it mine
Hung it out in the rain
Gave it some light, love, and time
Hid it so that no one would ever know
But just because you plant a seed
Doesn’t mean it will grow
So I plucked up the weeds
And gave it new an earth to live in
Poured on to it true love
To let it know it’s worth a true feeling
I gave it the sun to be warm
Throughout the long hard day
I gave it the stars
So it and the moon can play
See I can move depression
I can shake down all your fears
I can stop oppression
And end the flow of tears
To me saying I love you
Is like a coat that’s already been worn
I would rather build you up
And pull you up out of your storm
See love is love
And hate is hate
Right is right
But who is wrong
That’s the question we ask ourselves
And then that’s how we move on
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