It rained the whole day he spent at his lover's grave

Said his goodbyes to her family and friends

He packed his things in a rusted car and rode off in the rain

He came upon a church in ruin with an old man dwelling within

Who said, "Watch where you straying, my friend"

Old man spoke of meanings lost and without name

Never shifting from their worn and weathered place

What was found in the endless search for truth behind the tale

Beneath the ash and ember lies only one story to tell

Watch where you straying my friend

There's a flower that grows in a cave

So lovely to see but need to be saved

It's beautiful blossom will wither and die

If ever this flower leave the darkness for daylight