Flowers Never Bend with the Rainfall
Through the corridors of sleep
- Through the corridors of sleep
- Past shadows dark and deep
- My mind dances and leaps in confusion
- I don't know what is real
- I can't touch what I feel
- And I hide behind the shield of my illusion
- So I'll continue to continue to pretend
- My life will never end
- And flowers never bend
- With the rainfall
- The mirror on my wall
- Casts an image dark and small
- But I'm not sure at all it's my relfection
- I am blinded by the light
- Of God and truth and right
- And I wander in the night without direction
- So I'll continue to continue to pretend
- My life will never end
- And flowers never bend
- With the rainfall
- No matter if you're born
- To play the King or pawn
- For the line is thinly drawn 'tween joy and sorrow
- So my fantasy
- Becomes reality
- And I must be what I must be and face tomorrow
- So I'll continue to continue to pretend
- My life will never end
- And flowers never bend
- With the rainfall
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