In every life somewhere there's a flower nearby.
Maybe in your midst, very lovely and very shy . . .
Dreaming dreams, tenderly, charming as can be.
All innocent, with starlit eyes which doth beauty see.
In the twinkling of a moment laughter rings out . . .
With the charm of this flower and what she's about.
Lovely as a lotus clinging to the sea water blue,
Brings back memories of a little girl I once knew.
Her smiles would bubble over at the joy of it all.
Living life too the fullest, sweet and nostalgic to recall.
Precious memories, how they do keep lingering on,
About this flower in our midst, Lord bring her home.
We miss the tenderness of her sweet, charming smile.
Miss her brightness whenever she's gone awhile.
The fullness of her beauty, comes from deep within.
Lord bring this lovely flower into our midst again. |
