Analysis of Flowers From Heaven

Out of the mere solace there springs forth a silence
 cold hearts plunge in it's beautiful interludes
 A beacon of light for a hurting world in need
 sorted Lavender grace upon the Peyton Place

We filled slowly into the auditorium
 faces fixed on what was being said
 For I shed a tear to numb the pain
 Not having you in my arms was driving me insane

faces, hands & feet
 Shadows beckoning call asunder
 A harp was being played
 we could see his majestic throne

Alone taunt the fragile imagination in my frame
 a soul vexed solution for the mentally insane
 A message of grace seasoned with salt
 Flowers from heaven can't be bought

A free gift to the undeserved
 to flourish in the vast intoxication
 May need a rest on a long awaited vacation
 A red rose that was plucked a time before

Our tender hearts will soar through the opened door
 a feeling of ambiance through the room
 Destined to lavish this upon are hearts
 awake to watch the white angelic dove fly high

A challenge to be free is a question of time