Dear John

take these flowers, i grew them for you

take them around, show the happiness of the mother nature

for you, for me

and for her...

dont be surprised,

dear john, flowers do wilt

happiness might riped

hearts sure teared

she has no education

but a happy soul

still she's someone else

searching for star, star above all stars

She has no voice
We hold it for her
a story that never be told

Or has she spoken already

but to another bird

to fly her unrest soul

told you life is unfair

but you never really cared

now feel the deepest pain,

feel the coolest part of hell

When all that surrounds you
Is hopeless and sad
And lies poked your trusts
When no thought seems to comfort
Dear john, It's ok to cry

Cry them out

soon or later

we are going to talk about us

our hearts smile

i came for comfort

to tell you once again

life never be fair

when a friend reach a hand

once more you asked why

when you sit there and wonder

i wishper to you

im a friend to hold on to

dear john, sadness will fly

by Leslie Chang