Burning hate
In his careworn face
His world is crumpled
A scrap-heaped place
An angel is whispering a new serenade
Releasing his heart from its cage
A soul is a flower
A flower of love
It starts to blossom
If watered enough
The soul is the essence
That keeps you turned on
Grow with your flower of love
Flower of love
Flames of pain
In her fearful eyes
She drowned her tears
In a sea of ice
A light in the darkness surrounds her heart
Taking her sorrows away
A soul is a flower
A flower of love
It starts to blossom
If watered enough
The soul is the essence
That keeps you turned on
Grow with your flower of love
Flower of love
The world in a carpet
Of millions of flowers
Touched by love and honey bees
We feel again
We see again
What we once knew
What we once knew
A soul is a flower
A flower of love
It starts to blossom
If watered enough
The soul is the essence
That keeps you turned on
Grow with your flower of love
A soul is a flower
A flower of love
It starts to blossom
If watered enough
The soul is the essence
That keeps you turned on
Grow with your flower of love
Flower of love