The Flower That Left the Garden

protest pop, punk rock, marching-band / street-march anthem

SOFT-HOOK:
The Flower That Left the Garden
The Flower That Left the Garden
The Flower That Left the Garden
This garden of ours was once filled with laughter.
It had butterflies, ladybugs, and caterpillars.
All the things within were of beauty.
They harmonized and had lives of quality.
Amidst all stood a flower that shone bright.
With rays sharper than light.
This flower in our garden, no more.
It left us with no goodbyes to adore.
PRE-HOOK
Pain is a feeling felt by most.
We could have helped if you had let us in.
We had a bond that was greater than most.
We could have helped you from within.
HOOK:
The way you went wasn’t the way out.
This way made lives fall apart.
You could have made us a rock to lean on.
Rather than leave with us a light that burns.
Now we look back at our garden.
We see what life could have been.
There is pain that needs healing,
Inflicted by the flower that left the garden.
Now I go down memory lane,
To relive the moments shared.
To cherish the bond that kept us sane.
To see the demons that we feared.
Now I go down memory lane,
To see the laughter that you brought.
To relive the battles that were fought
Against the tormentors in disdain.
Now I revisit thoughts of our path.
How you spoke so merrily about art.
How you spoke of dreams to come,
And wishes of success bound to come.
PRE-HOOK
Pain is a feeling felt by most.
We could have helped if you had let us in.
We had a bond that was greater than most.
We could have helped you from within.
HOOK:
The way you went wasn’t the way out.
This way made lives fall apart.
You could have made us a rock to lean on.
Rather than leave with us a light that burns.
Now we look back at our garden.
We see what life could have been.
There is pain that needs healing,
Inflicted by the flower that left the garden.
Now I revisit thoughts of our past.
How you forged your perfect path.
How you wrote the garden’s song,
With tunes that made the honey bees come along.
You brought the rhythm to our heart,
And prevented our world from falling apart.
You were the sun that blessed the flowers,
And grateful were we that you were ours.
PRE-HOOK
Pain is a feeling felt by most.
We could have helped if you had let us in.
We had a bond that was greater than most.
We could have helped you from within.
HOOK:
The way you went wasn’t the way out.
This way made lives fall apart.
You could have made us a rock to lean on.
Rather than leave with us a light that burns.
Now we look back at our garden.
We see what life could have been.
There is pain that needs healing,
Inflicted by the flower that left the garden.
Why did you have to depart?
Why did you leave this garden so?
What happened to our path?
What happened to the future you dreamt of also?
Why did you leave this garden so soon?
Why did you leave the butterflies with broken wings?
Why did you have to go away?
Why did you take your life that way?
SOFT OUTRO:
I understand that life can be rough,
And for most, unbearably tough.
But together it could have been better,
Now what should we do with your letter?
HOOK:
The way you went wasn’t the way out.
This way made lives fall apart.
You could have made us a rock to lean on.
Rather than leave with us a light that burns.
Now we look back at our garden.
We see what life could have been.
There is pain that needs healing,
Inflicted by the flower that left the garden.

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SOFT-HOOK: The Flower That Left the Garden The Flower That Left the Garden The Flower That Left the Garden This garden of ours was once filled with laughter. It had butterflies, ladybugs, and caterpillars. All the things within were of beauty. They harmonized and had lives of quality. Amidst all stood a flower that shone bright. With rays sharper than light. This flower in our garden, no more. It left us with no goodbyes to adore. PRE-HOOK Pain is a feeling felt by most. We could have helped if you had let us in. We had a bond that was greater than most. We could have helped you from within. HOOK: The way you went wasn’t the way out. This way made lives fall apart. You could have made us a rock to lean on. Rather than leave with us a light that burns. Now we look back at our garden. We see what life could have been. There is pain that needs healing, Inflicted by the flower that left the garden. Now I go down memory lane, To relive the moments shared. To cherish the bond that kept us sane. To see the demons that we feared. Now I go down memory lane, To see the laughter that you brought. To relive the battles that were fought Against the tormentors in disdain. Now I revisit thoughts of our path. How you spoke so merrily about art. How you spoke of dreams to come, And wishes of success bound to come. PRE-HOOK Pain is a feeling felt by most. We could have helped if you had let us in. We had a bond that was greater than most. We could have helped you from within. HOOK: The way you went wasn’t the way out. This way made lives fall apart. You could have made us a rock to lean on. Rather than leave with us a light that burns. Now we look back at our garden. We see what life could have been. There is pain that needs healing, Inflicted by the flower that left the garden. Now I revisit thoughts of our past. How you forged your perfect path. How you wrote the garden’s song, With tunes that made the honey bees come along. You brought the rhythm to our heart, And prevented our world from falling apart. You were the sun that blessed the flowers, And grateful were we that you were ours. PRE-HOOK Pain is a feeling felt by most. We could have helped if you had let us in. We had a bond that was greater than most. We could have helped you from within. HOOK: The way you went wasn’t the way out. This way made lives fall apart. You could have made us a rock to lean on. Rather than leave with us a light that burns. Now we look back at our garden. We see what life could have been. There is pain that needs healing, Inflicted by the flower that left the garden. Why did you have to depart? Why did you leave this garden so? What happened to our path? What happened to the future you dreamt of also? Why did you leave this garden so soon? Why did you leave the butterflies with broken wings? Why did you have to go away? Why did you take your life that way? SOFT OUTRO: I understand that life can be rough, And for most, unbearably tough. But together it could have been better, Now what should we do with your letter? HOOK: The way you went wasn’t the way out. This way made lives fall apart. You could have made us a rock to lean on. Rather than leave with us a light that burns. Now we look back at our garden. We see what life could have been. There is pain that needs healing, Inflicted by the flower that left the garden.

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