Listen as you hear

Take a look and see

The shadows on the wall

Reflect more than me

The blood stains the carpet

And the tears soak the walls

With wilted sunflowers

Down narrow halls

Look into his eyes

Tell me what you see

The terror and the anguish

No one sad as he

The innocence is gone now

His sorrow pains us all

Line the wilted sunflowers

Down broken halls

The pipe in his hands

Did not suit him well

But it was what freed him

From his living hell

Master's blood stains his fingers

His face is soaked with tears

But you cannot blame him

From what he's seen in short years

And give him wilted sunflowers

He will forget his fears

He sobs in relief

The torture ceases here

And give him wilted sunflowers

His suffering ceases here.