I'd been dead for only an hour

when the world began to flower.

Blossoms blooming all around,

drowning out all sound.

The world was going under,

people's lives torn asunder.

I'd been dead for only an hour,

when the world tore apart.

The clocks stopped chiming on the hour,

the pain inflicted on every heart.

Why should the world suffer for my sake,

why must everyone take this ache?

I'd been dead for only an hour

when people threw their faith.

The things they used to devour,

now lying around to waste.

The one they loved so dearly,

the one they saw so clearly.