You gave me a flower in the morning Sun
And said every hour that I was gone
Our love would blossom and grow so strong
The earth and the water would help it along
Sunflower it's with you I belong
At the end of the road was a bend of rain
And clouds of questions overcast again
Without an answer I kept on trying
I looked at the flower and it was dying
Sunflower I hear an ill wind sighing
When I returned you were not around
I called your name there was no sound
Over the hill the sky was still red
I looked at the flower and it was dead
Sunflower you left me in shadows instead.
Lyndon Queripel