Opening at the break of day
Her beauty steals your breath away
Bright purple trumpets seem to say
"Enjoy me for I'm here today"
The Day rolls on eyes turn away
No one sees her fade to gray
She bows her wrinkled head to pray
"Thank you Lord I'm here today"
Still shriveled she clings to the vine
She knows that she is past her prime
But there's a seed pod down the line
There will be a new day
She marks the grave to remind you
It's only temporary
This isn't where yo