Precious

The brightest flower in the field
Is filled with sour nectar.
Most bees who try to pollinate
Only further infect her.
Her field once so full of life
Is now empty and devoid
A flower patch of family life
Has withered into the void.
Still I try to water her
And make her shine again
Ill transplant her into my heart
And nurture my bright friend.

Baby, death is just a part of life,
We'll all pass on one day.
Let me hold you till it's time to go
Wash all your pain away.

I picked my flower from her spot
In her dying field
Keep her in a golden pot
Wait until her heart is healed.
Ill water my flower every day
Keep her warm and safe from harm
And she'll give to me eternal love
Be my favorite lucky charm
We'll keep each other warm at night
Our souls finally healed
It's still hard for me to believe
That the love I've found is real.

Sweetheart, death is just a part of life,
Some day, Even we will die.
Let me hold you close tonight
Before we fade into the sky.