flowers in my pocket

deep inside my pocket

there is sorrow

there is pain

but somewhere deep within

there must’ve been a seed of hope

for my pocket is now bursting

with flowers, purple and gold

they spill out o’er the top

like waterfalls from rocks

after a spring rain

but deep inside my pocket

 there is sorrow,

there is pain

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