Old man spoke of meanings lost, without name
And packed his things in a rusted car
There's a flower that grows in a cave
With an old man dwelling within
And rode off in the rain
It's beautiful blossom will wither and die
Was found in the endless serach for truth behind the tale
Watch where you stray, my friend
Beneath the ash and ember lies only one story to tell
So lovely to see but need not be saved
Never shifting from their worn and weathered place
He came upon a church in ruin
Who said, "Watch where you stray, my friend"