Luke never knew,
That it was true,
He hadn't died,
Until he cried,
When he saw Tear's favorite flower,
That felt like a hot shower,
For it's warmth was sweet,
And he knew in a beat,
That everyone was near,
For he saw Tear,
Sitting on a stone,
Looking all alone,
Even if the others were there too,
Everyone looked extremely blue,
Looking at the remains,
Where Luke was laying,
And trying to get on his feet.
