Some days I laugh, some days I weep.
Some nights I toss and turn in my sleep.
Sometimes I smile, sometimes I cry.
"Even the most glorious flower must die."

Some days I forget, those days are bliss
Some days I remember, something's amiss
I wish someone could tell me the reason why
even the most glorious flower must die

Why must something so special leave this earth?
Why must you fool us with her presence from birth?
Searching for answers in the starry night sky.
"Even the most glorious flower must die."

Clouds fill the air, it starts to rain.
No more suffering, no more pain.
Waiting patiently for some sort of reply.
"Even the most glorious flower must die."

The flower bows her head as she begins to wilt,
No more regrets, no more guilt,
As she rests her head, she seems to imply,
Even the most glorious flower must die.