Verse 1 Flower petals on the water, drifting where the winds may roam, Little pieces of a garden trying to find a place called home. Chorus Petals falling, soft and slow, Carried by the breeze they go. Every color, every fold, A quiet story left untold. Final Chorus Petals drifting out of view, Fading into skies of blue. Every whisper, every hue, Floats away but stays with you. And when the evening shadows grow, Their tender memory still glows.