Did this wilted flower did once bloom?
It now seems to seek refuge in the wind
Was this silence once your favourite music?
You now seem to like the sound of actions
Why do I want things to be perfectly good?
Closing my eyes at the sight of chipped wood
Why am I so afraid of leaving behind stains?
Nothing on this land that can't be washed with rains
These wilted flowers can fuel a raging fire
Wind unleashing a hidden power so wild
This new song of life not quite like before
A melody to which now you fight your battles