There is a lonely flower in an empty field

Dreams of finding love but knows it never will

The warm breeze blows and it starts to sway

It starts to remember its younger day

When it was a seed and being cared for

But now the gardener is no more


There is a lonely heart in an empty chest

Cannot find love though it has tried its best

Remembers a love that it once shared

How she once loved him; how she cared

She made him feel alive like never before

But now the gardener is no more