A teardrop in a thunderstorm
Deep inside the heart
A blue blossoming rose
Welling up in the throat

Fountains of loss and emptiness
Flooding from the soul
Years and tears cannot capture
A flower dying upon a grassy knoll

What is right seems wrong
And what is wrong seems right
As all is washed away from sight

And we are left standing here
With a teardrop in our hand
As it blossoms time and again
We look back and remember when
It was more than just a memory
A memory of you.