Nails painted black.
Black as the heart of men.
My lack of understanding
Deep rooted hate of them.

Waiting for the news.
The chilling final thing.
Although I know you're gone,
Pain those words will bring.

I would give up
And draw my last breath
To bring you both back
From the snapping jaws of death.

Now all I can do
Is bow my head and cry.
But to bring you back,
There isn't a thing I wouldn't try.

There's nothing I can do
And nothing left to say.
There's nothing in this life,
To take the pain away...

Tiny flowers growing
Deep inside my heart.
Tiny flowers of fire,
That tore families apart.

My hopes are with your family.
My tears are for their loss...
Never to be forgotten
No matter how many oceans I cross.

My rose falls silently onto your grave
Along with a card, which contents are laid:
"Our hopes are with you
Our prayers are for you."

Now I know today
Will be the last time,
I will look upon your face.
Until God calls me to my right and final place.

And I have to softly smile
As I gently close the door
To the people all around...
Watching my tears fall to the floor.
Where they will remain, forevermore.