A breeze blows across the plaza,
A dream in the heart,
Like whispers
Taking us past the far side of grief.

For flowers will bloom
     Yes they will
In the cracks of concrete and stone
    For those left alone.

 A child skips across the plaza,
Locates a name.
“Oh why did you leave this world
Father of mine?” she asks.

Yes flowers will bloom,
            They will, they will
In the hearts of the children
         Now grown.

We were hurt and torn apart
But the weeping days are gone

For flowers will bloom
            For you who are
Yet to be born.