No real opportunities
Of saying farewell
No real opportunities
Of grieving, we'll dwell
On our 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'll 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's not what we think
Maybe it is... 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'll be with us
In every home in every room
Like flowers in bloom
Like flowers in bloom... yeah
But not everything is dead
They live on
In our hearts and in our paths
Like rising flowers in bloom
They'll be with us
In every home in every room