Where Flowers Grow
In a room with a view, it could be me or you
Together or maybe alone
Feeling good, bad, happy or sad
Sitting in a room of one’s own
Life is much like a book, inside we must look
Each chapter leading us to the end
As the story is told our journey unfolds
We meet lovers, villains and friends
From day to day, we must listen and pray
Be grateful for each God-given breath
Read a line at a time as one day we will find
We only have one page left
That’s when the Robin shall sing
The church bells will ring
Pull the sally on the end of the rope
And the gardener will know as he weeds and he goes
Where flowers grow there will always be hope
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