The lilies I planted on your grave continue to grow
I honestly wish you could see
As beautiful as you were with petals whiter than snow
And stalks and leaves as green as your eyes
Tough and stubborn
Weathering the elements as you once had
They make me rather sad
As they continue living and you remain confined
Beneath the earth in your coffin bed
Dead
Quiet now, resigned
I wish I could have saved you that night
Then perhaps I would not be trapped in this terrible plight
Tending to the lilies I planted on your grave
A mere slave
To the lilies I planted on your grave