Dead Flowers

That night, on my window sill I saw a picture Of a face I once knew As I leaned towards to grab it It faded into a corner of my mind I am eager for the times we will spend outside Staring at the sea Sure we live pressed for time But there are moments from the past That we will want to tell our children Woke up to dead flowers in my garden Was it the winter winds, or is it my sight keeps changing? Must I keep staring at the sun, searching for the faith That I lost in the meantime? Won't you ever think of the people? Starving, praying for some light As I look into the picture I remember The time that I knew myself Lately I've been dreaming of a distant past Where we were dazzled by a golden meadow We were free to dive into steady waters And smell the wild spearmint I want to live I want to live I want to live