We plant our flowers in the garden of stone,
leaving our loved ones here alone,
we think of you in a time of need,
fighting over your belongings with greed,
although your always around,
you can't be found,
never a word from you,
not even a sound,
just brief thoughts of you and me,
and how things use to be,
that's why we plant our flowers in the garden of stone,
to let you know we love you and your not alone.
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