Linda Allen - A Small Vase of Flowers Lyrics
A small vase of flowers, the sun through the windowWalls of white plaster, a small picture frameStill I can see it - my mind's eye can see itMy harbor, my center, my family, my nameHow fragile a thing is a small vase of flowersWalls of white plaster, how quickly they fallPictures will crumble and burn in a whisperMy home and my life can mean nothing at allHigh in the heavens a young man was watchingHis eyes on a target his soul could not seeHis mind on an enemy - faceless and namelessHis hands pushed the trigger - the target was meI wander the streets of this city I once lovedI search through the rubble which once was my homeI search for my neighbors, my children, my lifeBut nothing is left, not a stone stands on stoneHow fragile a thing is a small vase of flowersHow luscious my garden, how sweet was the fruitBut the bombs fell like rain 'til the screams turned to silenceAnd I stand here weeping, a tree without rootsA small vase of flowers, the sun through the windowWalls of white plaster, a small picture frameStill I can see it, my mind's eye can see itMy harbor, my center, my family, my name
