The Last Flower

As I run
Onto these limbs so torn
Toward the silence
I know we’ll never meet again
Feel no pain

Barren world
All is dying, so do I
Trees are gone
Stark, the branches and bones
Every path I walked
Every mount I dared to climb
Led me here to
These shores immortal

So serene, the last of cycles
Before I close my eyes for good
A reason to die for
To restore what’s lost
This flower in my hands won’t die

Escape from morrows uncertain
Sacrifice for a greater good
Put my own life into danger
To shield the last flower

So serene, the last of cycles
Before I close my eyes for good
A reason to die for
To restore what’s gone
This flower in my hands won’t die

Barren world
Weak, I run away from you
Grace is gone
We face the consequences
Every beauty is tarnished
Every joy is ephemeral
Take me to
These shores immortal

As I drown
Within this shell so worn
I invoke the silence
May you flourish and resist
Feel no pain