Tears falling from a fair face

On the flowers below

Delicate things that shattered with every blow

Petals as soft as the finest lace

Flowers made of the thinnest glass

Flowers that glowed with the slightest blue tint

Through this valley of sorrow

Before many walked through here

Now only one sat upon the shattered flowers

Now few can pass

Through this valley of sorrow

Crimson spread throughout the grass

Soft sobs echoed

As the crimson spread

Through this valley of sorrow

Even while gentle

Glass flowers still cut deep

Into soft skin