Flowers in the Attic

The two young children were old and bent

The older tried to look confident

Laying life ebbed away, nearly spent, no love

The darkness came and stopped the precious light

If they survive this eternal night

Without the sun and their maternal love

They might fade away

Flowers in the attic will not grow

Flowers in the attic no one knows

Flowers in the attic given some light

Maybe you will survive

The children cried like a baying hound

Cold, still and darkness was their surround

Although they wept, you could hear no sound

They fade.

They needed light to rejuvenate

To run away through an open gate

To halt the rise of a growing pain, away

By now the old world was laid to rest

So they invented self-happiness

With all the toys and the books

And the games they played

One lonely child in the night touched you

Depending on his mothers will

No food or love were the last but 'til the dawn