Withered Flowers

Once the beauty starts to fade

The joy as turned to pain

I fear the end is near

But the world has yet to change

Will I ever be remembered?

I've yet to decide

Countless flowers are laid next to me

Has my time finally come?

Friends and Family start to weep

Will I ever get to say

My love will never change

Our days will still be the same

I hear a symphony playing

Close ones start to leave

Will their life still be the same?

We are all lost, yet fight the same