No real opportunities
Of saying farewell
No real opportunities
Of grieving, we’ll dwell
On all memories
Good or bad
No time left to be
With or without those who fell

But not everything is dead
They live on in our hearts and in our paths
like rising flowers in bloom
They will be with us in every home in every room

There will be a time
There will be a place
Of rest of peace
Of everlasting grace
Maybe
It is not what we think
Maybe
It is just what it is

But not everything is dead
They live on in our hearts and in our paths
Like rising flowers in bloom
They will be with us in every home in every room

Like flowers
In bloom
Like flowers
In bloom

But not everything is dead
They live on in our hearts and in our paths
Like rising flowers in bloom
They will be with us in every home in every room