Quiet Child - Flowers in the Middle of the Road текст песни

So hard on conversation
This shot of observation
This child gave me perspective on loss

How did this even happen?
How do such sad things happen?
Two holes overlapping themselves

A sun-stretched glare with teddy bear in hand
The mother shoulders pain
As she explains in small words

You've become a memory
Blessed but cursed by time and life and love
I still weep for our daughter
How will she remember your handsome face?
A band that can't be broken
All there is to do is take her hand and place

Flowers in the middle of the road