Without A Care

Without A Care

written by: James Bell and Patsy Pickle

 

Dead flowers carefully placed on the cold cold ground, never to be found;

Whilst others pass without a care or a sound, onward bound with their own lives, never knowing the great divides;

But, soon their lessons will be learned, when everything once held precious is spurned;

For then they will face true loss and hurt, to see those so loved have become funeral flowers lying in the dirt.