Poetically Speaking – Will There Be Flowers in Your Garden?

This time with you, so sweet and cherished

Nothing as pure and true

The time draws near for me to leave

Is this the last time I’ll ever see you?

Will the sun come up tomorrow

Will the clouds still shed the rain

Will there be flowers in your garden

Or will I bring them to your grave

Will the stars still fill the sky

Will the night grow deathly gray

Will there be flowers in the garden

When I make it back this way