Sunflower

sunflower oh sunflower oh why do you bloom

growing in a place of a unwanted tomb

once a flower of grace and a marck of pride

now growing in places where people once died

so far the sun has set in a point of time

where the flower was biutuful and of its prime

the moon shall rise to take its place 

but the momory of it will not be erased

now once more once shal ask

to the poeople of whom never known the task

sunflower, oh sunflower, oh why do you bloom

why must you grow on my very own tomb