m. fritz, d. fritz, o. thornton)



Petals of a gesture fall

Tokens costing her soul

Hat in hand she stands

Under the weight of regret



Little dreams of love

Fade into the dark

In a moonlit room

No happy endings



-CHORUS-

Violet

Little flower, lift your face

Violet

Stand in the shower of grace



Objective eyes can see

Beauty, strike men blind

And sweetness of the kind

The purest kind



She'll never know

Love she deserves

Recognize herself

For all she is worth



(repeat CHORUS